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Not Just A Truck


With perfect square body lines

With a supercharger that whines

Exhaust popping 

Switch dropping 

Trucks are a lifestyle

Burning rubber that goes into a pile

Going to a car show in Lytle

Socialize for a while

Diesel dripping on the dirt driveway

Going to buy her some new shoes

She cannot lose

At the track

There ain’t no going back

Fresh scent of race fuel

The turbo will spool

Revving the engine as it beats 

Spinning tires so they heat

 
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