Drive His Truck - Jess Moskaluke

It’s been his baby since he was sixteen

It’s all original, he keeps it real clean

He dreams about it, buying a lift kit

No doubt about it, he’s never selling it

My man’s not a man of many words

But I knew his heart was taking a turn

When he let me drive his truck, roll the windows down

Taking in every back road in this old town

When he let me crank it up, hit my own soundtrack

And take every two-lane curb too fast

He didn’t have to say, «I love you»

Oh, but I knew he was falling in love

When he let me drive his truck

When he let me drive his truck

Wasn’t the roses after nine dates

Or the long kiss in the driveway

I knew the second that my foot hit the gas

That I didn’t even have to ask

When he let me drive his truck, roll the windows down

Taking in every back road in this old town

When he let me crank it up, hit my own soundtrack

And take every two-lane curb too fast

He didn’t have to say, «I love you»

Oh, but I knew he was falling in love

When he let me drive his truck

When he let me drive his truck

When he let me drive his truck

I knew right then

When he let me drive his truck

He was going all in

He didn’t have to say, «I love you»

Oh, but I knew he was falling in love

When he let me drive his truck, roll the windows down

Taking in every back road in this old town

When he let me crank it up, hit my own soundtrack

And take every two-lane curb too fast

He didn’t have to say, «I love you»

Oh, but I knew he was falling in love

When he let me drive his truck

I knew right then

When he let me drive his truck

He was going all in

When he let me drive his truck

I knew right then

He was going all in

When he let me drive his truck