[Verse 1]
My daddy worked the pipeline
Every week he'd leave
Roll his truck out Monday morning
Back again by Friday evening
Half of who I am today
I learned from watching him
Drive away
[Chorus]
If it wasn't for trucks
And the men that drive 'em
There'd be no groceries
No gas in the pumps
No steel in the buildings
No concrete poured
Half this country
Wouldn't have what it's worth
If it wasn't for trucks
[Verse 2]
My granddaddy hauled livestock
Across the Appalachians
Eighteen wheels and a diesel heart
Up and down through the mountains
They're the veins that run
Through this country's body
They keep everything moving
When nothing seems ready
[Chorus]
If it wasn't for trucks
And the men that drive 'em
There'd be no groceries
No gas in the pumps
No steel in the buildings
No concrete poured
Half this country
Wouldn't have what it's worth
If it wasn't for trucks
[Bridge]
And on a Saturday afternoon
There ain't a better sound
Than a cold one cracking open
With your boots on the ground
Tailgate down
Sun going down
Country music loud
[Final Chorus]
If it wasn't for trucks
And the men that drive 'em
There'd be no groceries
No gas in the pumps
No steel in the buildings
No concrete poured
Half this country
Wouldn't have what it's worth
If it wasn't for trucks