It Ain't About the Paint Lyrics

When I was young, I asked my Dad

For a brand new flashy ride

He coughed and laughed and smiled and said

Son, here's my compromise:

You'll do your chores throughout high school

And never let your homework slide

And if you maintain passing grades

You can have The Truck to drive

A couple years had passed

And I'd hoped he'd changed his mind

The Fenders all showed signs of rust,

The chrome had lost its shine

All my friends had classy cars

And they'd make fun of mine

"It may not look all nice—" he said

"But son, it runs just fine

I tried to hide my feelings

But he saw my head hang low

Son, you may not see it now

But there's something you must know

It ain't about the paint

It's all 'bout what's inside

The roads she's gonna take you down,

the mountains she can climb

Who follows close behind you

Who rides along beside.

It's what you see/(do) along the way,

And the tracks you leave behind

When I was in my 30s

I'd made fortune and fame

I owned a couple shiny cars

Even a private plane

And yet, I still felt lonely

Though they all knew my name

I'd owned so many fancy things

But Inside, still felt plain

And suddenly came 40

I thought I'd found my queen

A woman more beautiful

Than anything you've seen

With piercing eyes, a perfect smile

Straight out the movie screen

But when she said "Forever"

I knew it couldn't be

I tried to hide my feelings

But she saw my head hang low

I'd forgotten what my father'd said

So many years ago

It ain't about the paint

It's all 'bout what's inside

The roads she's gonna take you down,

The mountains she can climb

Who follows close behind you

Who rides along beside.

It's what you see/(do) along the way,

And the tracks you leave behind

I sat beside my father

As his time was drawing near

Those words he always told me

Were finally crystal clear

He took my hand in his

And brought it to his chest, and said

"I'm proud of who you've grown to be

And now's my time to Rest"

I tried to hide my feelings

But he saw my head hang low

"Son, you'll be safe, when I'm gone

Cuz you already know—"

It ain't about the paint

It's all 'bout what's inside

The roads she's gonna take you down,

The mountains she can climb

Who follows close behind you

who rides along beside.

Thanks Dad