No Truck, No Boat, No Girl - Joe Nichols

Sun-burned and wondering how I wound up here

Edge of a dock and one flip flop, half of six-pack of beer

Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world

And I watched it all just drive away, no truck, no boat, no girl

Laying out there on that water is where we ought to be

Instead I’m stuck with no ride home and no you here with me

Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world

All it takes is one mistake, no truck, no boat, no girl

If I could I’d drive a line and catch a bite to eat

Put my zip-code in my tackle box or there behind the seat

If I could I’d drive a line and catch a bite to eat

Put my zip-code in my tackle box or there behind the seat

The water’s turning smooth as glass, the sun is going down

A red sea regales blowing by making one last lap around

Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world

I’m just bobbing in the wake, no truck, no boat, no girl

Seems like yesterday I was sitting on top of the world

Man, ain’t meant to live this way, no truck, no boat, no girl

Some things just can’t be replaced, no truck, no boat, no girl