Jesus in My Truck
©2012 FTM Lyrics
If Jesus showed up at my house
And wanted to go ridin' round
I'd tell him hop on in
My Chevy with the big ol' tires
Man, it couldn't ride much higher
I'd play some Cash for Him
Chorus
And we'd roll with the windows down
Them gravel roads outside of town
Then throw a line and catch some bream
And He could feed all of my friends
And turn water to Miller Lite
Nobody'd be in the mood to fight
And my pickup would never get stuck
With Jesus in my truck
I'd introduce Him to my girl
Thank Him for cut off jeans and squirrels
And Skoal and camoflauge
We'd watch the Ole Miss Rebels play
And maybe once they'd win a game
Then we'd go haul some logs
And we'd roll with the windows down
Them red dirt roads outside of town
Then throw a line and catch some bream
And He could feed all of my friends
And turn water to Miller Lite
Nobody'd be in the mood to fight
And my pickup would never get stuck
With Jesus in my truck
Bridge
He wouldn't pick no city boy
No hipster with no Prius car
Cause Jesus likes to keep it real
In a full-size with a chrome roll bar
And we'd roll with the windows down
Them gravel roads outside of town
Then throw a line and catch some bream
And He could feed all of my friends
Then we'd go out and meet my folks
Maybe He'd bring back my ol' dog, Smoke
Man I tell you it wouldn't suck
Truck no, it would never get stuck
With Jesus in my truck
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