Truck Full Of Money

Part of the thrill Is you think you might die up there You think you might keel over sideways Wouldn't that be something to see? And any guy here Could learn how to sing like this She might love ya Not like she loves me See I wasn't straight when I wrote that I was carving a name And I was praying that no one was gonna love me again And I was late for somethin' Every hour of every day And completely lonesome out on the prairie With a truck full of money When I got home Or even halfway love I had to call you To figure out where my partner was And though I know most of my job ain't right But you sure don't mind goin' out every night See I wasn't straight when I wrote that I was carving a name And I was praying that no one was gonna love me again And I was late for somethin' Every hour of every day And completely lonesome out on the prairie With a truck full of money Oh no Ahh, yeah Maybe someday we'll be Closer to what our fathers had Plenty of love never been in Some truck full of money