Push Till It Starts

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Truck died on the back road, rain coming sideways

My phone's at one percent but I already know he's

Gonna pick up on the first ring, no question, no maybe

Pulls up in his old Ford like we're still in eighth grade

We push that dead engine two miles to the station

Laughing in the storm like it's a celebration

That's the kind of friend that don't need a good reason