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With Dad
Five years old I'm in the truck with Dad I ask How do you know how to drive Dad smiles and touches his chin He lets me drive on the dirt road home The truck is gigantic My feet don't reach the pedals The steering wheel wider than I But I feel proud To sit on his lap And drive the truck with Dad Ten years old I'm in the truck with Dad We get ice cream I play with the radio and sing off key Dad listens I feel happy Riding in the truck with Dad Fifteen years old now I'm in the truck with Dad I talk a lot About school friends sports church and boys Dad clears his throat Dad listens I feel content Talking in the truck with Dad Now twenty years old I'm driving Dad's truck without Dad The five speed on the floor Chocolate milk in the cup holder And Alan Jackson on the radio I feel free Driving Dad's truck without Dad I'm a mom now I drive Dad's truck Right there in my right seat Is a child of my own He talks about oil changes The numbers on the dash Why we need to fill up on gas That we don't want to crash Mom are you going too fast? I feel proud To be driving Dad's truck Just like Dad
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