Cowboy Poetry. Song. |
That Old Blue Truck. First met Jenny back in seventy-two I just turned twenty-one an that Pickup was new. I don't think Jen even looked at me much but she sure liked that four by four Custom Deluxe. Saturday nights we'd cruise into town radio on and the windows rolled down. We married in April though we didn't have much but we sure treasured that old blue Pickup truck. Busy years at the Ranch, time rolled on three pretty girls and a boy came along. Many happy rides home, four mad dashes to town never once that old blue four by four let us down. Billy's horse spooked an kicked out the lights I hit the ditch on that wild stormy night. That old Longhorn bull stove the front in the bent fender that Jenny said looked like a devilish grin. Paint all blistered tired an worn headlight missing, seats all torn. We traded that old blue Custom Deluxe on a brand new top-of-the-line Pickup truck. Somewhere in graveyard for old Pickup trucks there's a rusty blue four by four Custom Deluxe. Headlight missing front stove in the bent fender that Jenny said looked like a devilish grin Summer nights when the clouds shade the moon wish I was driving that old Pick-up home. To turn back the years I'd trade forty new trucks for that old blue four wheel drive Custom Deluxe. You can listen to the song My Old Blue Truck on Youtube with this link. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X02wXBqrDWc |