A Truck Full of Troubles Lyrics

I bought that old truck from a man in the next town,

With stories in the seats and a rusted tailgate brown

He said it runs strong, but she's seen better days,

A truck full of troubles, on its last legs, he'd say

The engine groans low like a sorrowful tune,

On the backroads at dusk, lit by a pale-faced moon

The radio's static and the tires a bit worn,

With the bed full of memories that left me torn

A truck full of troubles and a heart full of pain,

Driving through the storms and the cold, pouring rain

Every mile's a memory, every dent tells a tale,

Of a rambling man who's bound to prevail

Splashes of mud caked on the fender sides,

Mirror the stains left deep inside

The glovebox holds letters from a love long lost,

In a truck full of troubles, counting each cost

The windows roll down, let the dust and dreams fly,

Underneath the Southern stars that light up the sky

In every rattle and creak, there's a lesson learned,

From this rusted steed and the past that it burned

A truck full of troubles and a heart full of pain,

Driving through the storms and the cold, pouring rain

Every mile's a memory, every dent tells a tale,

Of a rambling man who's bound to prevail