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Back of Grandpa's Truck
In the back of Grandpa's truck
I learned the taste of wind
With him behind the wheel
I'll jump in the back again
It's a long road to follow
And night is coming âround
But Grandpa's been this way before
And he's never let me down
Up on Grandpa's mountain
I learned to shoot a gun
Down behind the bluffs
Where the snakes all catch the sun
It was his daddy's weapon
âTil he passed it on to me
The stock in my hands
Felt like part of the family tree
He's looking both directions
Out ahead and back behind
He maps the past with stories
Marks the trail with his advice
Sometimes I get the wanderlust
But I'm afraid to trust my luck
Well, I know I won't get lost
If I'm in the back of Grandpa's truck
Well, it's flannel in the winter
And jeans all year âround
It's boots and gloves for workin'
A little bit of coffee to wash it down
His tools are in the toolbox
And his guns are on the wall
But his faith is in the good Lord
Watching over us all
Yes, his faith is in the good Lord
Watching over us all
He's looking both directions
Out ahead and back behind
He maps the past with stories
Marks the trail with his advice
Sometimes I get the wanderlust
But I'm afraid to trust my luck
Well, I know I won't get lost
If I'm in the back of Grandpa's truck
I know I won't get lost
If I'm in the back of Grandpa's truck
I'm gonna put him behind the wheel
And jump in the back again