Well I got my first truck, when I was three   Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees   Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before   I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door   She tried to pay me with a kiss I began to understand   There's just something women like about a Pickup Man      When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks   My first car was a Pickup Truck   I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen   Was Bobbie Jo Gentry, the homecoming queen   She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said   "I never knew you were a Pickup Man!"      You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill   And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille   I've got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made   You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates   I met all my wives in traffic jams   There's just something women like about a Pickup Man      Most Friday nights I can be found   In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge   Backed into my spot at the drive-in show   You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow   I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand   'Cause there's something women like about a Pickup Man      You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill   And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille   I've got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made   You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates   I met all my wives in traffic jams   There's just something women like about a Pickup Man      A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine   Once around the block and you'll know what I mean      You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill   And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille   I've got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made   You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates   I met all my wives in traffic jams   There's just something women like about a Pickup Man   Yes, there's something women like about a Pickup Man