Letra de A Boy That's Into Trucks
Here he comes walking through the front door
Smilin’, smellin’ like grease
In his favourite flannelette shirt
Smilin’, smellin’ like grease
In his favourite flannelette shirt
And his faded old blue jeans
He says darlin’ I’ve been missin’ you
I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day long
Then he says sorry baby I been working on this truck
But now we got some time alone
Oh, I’m not sure, what I’ve done right for this man
But I know, God knew what he was doing
He’s a hand holding mine, calloused and worn
But I’ve never heard him complain
He’ll tell you that you look good no matter what
And that he likes your hair that way
He’ll dance me under the stars
Makes me feel like a million bucks
Thank his daddy for the man he raised
A boy that’s into trucks
Friday night, down at the bar
I’m the little lady sitting on his lap
Hearts on fire, all this time
And you still can get me like that
I said baby take me home
Kiss me under that porch light
Then he said ok, you know every time
I kiss you it feels like the first time
Oh, I’m not sure, what I’ve done right for this man
But I know, God knew what he was doing
He’s a hand holding mine, calloused and worn
But I’ve never heard him complain
He’ll tell you that you look good no matter what
And that he likes your hair that way
He’ll dance me under the stars
Makes me feel like a million bucks
Thank his daddy for the man he raised
A boy that’s into trucks
Got the patience of a saint
Even on those hard days
He’s a hand holding mine, calloused and worn
But I’ve never heard him complain
He’ll tell you that you look good no matter what
And that he likes your hair that way
He’ll dance me under the stars
Makes me feel like a million bucks
Thank his mamma for the man she raised
A boy that’s into trucks
He says darlin’ I’ve been missin’ you
I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day long
Then he says sorry baby I been working on this truck
But now we got some time alone
Oh, I’m not sure, what I’ve done right for this man
But I know, God knew what he was doing
He’s a hand holding mine, calloused and worn
But I’ve never heard him complain
He’ll tell you that you look good no matter what
And that he likes your hair that way
He’ll dance me under the stars
Makes me feel like a million bucks
Thank his daddy for the man he raised
A boy that’s into trucks
Friday night, down at the bar
I’m the little lady sitting on his lap
Hearts on fire, all this time
And you still can get me like that
I said baby take me home
Kiss me under that porch light
Then he said ok, you know every time
I kiss you it feels like the first time
Oh, I’m not sure, what I’ve done right for this man
But I know, God knew what he was doing
He’s a hand holding mine, calloused and worn
But I’ve never heard him complain
He’ll tell you that you look good no matter what
And that he likes your hair that way
He’ll dance me under the stars
Makes me feel like a million bucks
Thank his daddy for the man he raised
A boy that’s into trucks
Got the patience of a saint
Even on those hard days
He’s a hand holding mine, calloused and worn
But I’ve never heard him complain
He’ll tell you that you look good no matter what
And that he likes your hair that way
He’ll dance me under the stars
Makes me feel like a million bucks
Thank his mamma for the man she raised
A boy that’s into trucks
