Same Truck - Scotty McCreery

That welcome sign at your county line

Might have a different name

We’re tearing up tobacco fields

You’re growing up the grain

We’re picking up the same beer

From different corner stores

I’m out here riding my roads

And you’re out there riding yours

But we’re all in the same truck

Heading down a different two lane

Kicking up the same dust

Praying for the same rain

Closing down the same bars

Different wishes on the same stars

Getting every mile out of these good years

Til the day he calls us up

We’re all in the same truck

Yeah we’re all in the same truck

Your angel might have blue eyes

But God made my girl’s green

And there’s different colored helmets

On our Friday night home teams

Yeah we’re all gonna get lost

And breakdown a time or two

But we’ll get it cranked back up

No matter what we gotta do

Cuz we’re all in the same truck

Heading down a different two lane

Kicking' up the same dust

Praying for the same rain

Closing down the same bars

Different wishes on the same stars

Getting every mile out of these good years

Til the day he calls us up

We’re all in the same truck

Yeah we’re all in the same truck

Oh we’re all trying to find our way home

Ain’t nobody gotta ride alone

Don’t take it fast man take it slow

Cuz life is like an old backroad

Cuz we’re all in the same truck

Heading down a different two lane

Kicking up the same dust

Praying for the same rain

Closing down the same bars

Different wishes on the same stars

Getting every mile out of these good years

Til the good Lord calls us up

We’re all in the same truck

Yeah we’re all in the same truck

Different names on the welcome signs

You got your roads I got mine

Cuz we’re all in the same truck

We’re all in the same truck