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Fallen Angel

de Sean Stemaly

Come on
I bought it at the auction in nineteen ninety-five
Drove it back and forth to work, two hundred thousand miles
And when I turned sixteen, he handed me the keys
Thought I was superman, shifter in my hand, running wild and free

If this truck could talk, it would tell you all the things I made it do
If this truck could talk, it would rant about the hell it's been through
Spinning tires on a back road, stuck in the mud I put it into
It'd tell me to walk, mhmm, if this truck could talk

And me and Carrie Jean drove the wheels off that truck
She was summertime fine, playing strawberry wine with the speakers turned up
And you know when a girl's in the passengers seat, this ol' boys gonna show off
So I'd hammer on the gas, go real fast and we'd drive till we got lost

If this truck could talk, it would tell you all the things I made it do
If this truck could talk, it would rant about the hell that it's been through
Spinning tires on a back road, stuck in the mud I put it into
It'd tell me to walk, mhmm, if this truck could talk

It's part of who I am, it's in my blood, oh
Baptized in that Indiana mud

If this truck could talk, it would tell you all the things I made it do
If this truck could talk, ha oh hell, all the hell that it's been through
Spinning tires on a back road, stuck in the mud I put it into
It'd tell me to walk, oh, yeah, if this truck could talk
If this truck could talk, mhmm

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