Grandpas Truck (Remastered) Lyrics

Cruising down those back roads in Grandpa's Dodge so fine

Wind in my hair, sun on my face, everything felt just right

He'd call me little man with a smile so wide

As we sang along to old country songs, feeling alive inside

Making memories, picking blackberries in that old white Dodge truck

With the radio, playing our favorite tunes like the tape had gotten stuck

Those days may be gone, but the memories still stay

In Grandpa's truck we found our way

Rust and chrome, stories untold, every scratch had a tale

We'd chase the sunset, no worries, no regrets, just set and sail

From Hank to Willie, Johnny Cash to George Strait

In that old Dodge truck, time never seemed to wait

Making memories, picking blackberries in that old white Dodge truck

With the radio, playing our favorite tunes like the tape had gotten stuck

Those days may be gone, but the memories still stay

In Grandpa's truck we found our way

Though the truck may be gone and time marches on

The love we share, the bond we make, forever lives on

In every blackberry pie, in every country song

Grandpa's truck, the memories, they keep me strong

Making memories, picking blackberries in that old white Dodge truck

With the radio, playing our favorite tunes like the tape had gotten stuck

Those days may be gone, but the memories still stay

In Grandpa's truck we found our way

In Grandpa's truck we found our way

In Grandpa's truck we found our way