Stuff In the Back of My Pickup Truck
I was asking a friend just the other day
If there was anything he'd do to help me on my way
He said he'd like to but I was asking to much
All that stuff in the back of my pickup truck
I haul it around every where I go
Where its gonna end up I don't know
One day I'm gonna get rid of that junk
That stuff in the back of my pickup truck
It's full of broken promises and wasted prayers
A lot of hurt feelings caused by I don't cares
Love gone bad loaded up with pain
Its enough to drive a normal man insane
Every place I go, I think I don't belong
I just can't understand where I went wrong
But people don't care why my life is so tough
Damned that stuff in the back of my pickup truck
Could unload any place, of no use, not very fair
Lord I am on my knees with a foxhole prayer
Please take this hell away from this old drunk
Rid me of the stuff in the back of my pickup truck
David Gary Pennington
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