That Town, That Truck, That Song

All it takes is a welcome sign Soon as I cross that county line Takes me back to seventeen nights, fresh shine On that F-150 Pick you up just to ride around Too young to get in the bars downtown Turned you on to Jackson Browne Running on empty Floor board beer, dashboard feet Played that song, put it on repeat Yeah that Main Street, midnight red light blinking That hand me down two tone Ford oil leaking That long neck bottle for a microphone singing In that town, that truck, that song You learned every word on that burnt CD I learned every curve on that torn bench seat Last I heard you were in Tennessee But to me, you'll always be In that town, that truck, that song I come back every now and then, catch up with some long lost friends Keep hoping I run in to you, but it never happens But that don't mean, I don't see you With your hair in the wind, and the speakers on ten, in my rearview Yeah that Main Street, midnight red light blinking That hand me down two tone Ford oil leaking That long neck bottle for a microphone singing In that town, that truck, that song You learned every word on that burnt CD I learned every curve on that torn bench seat Last I heard you were in Tennessee But to me, you'll always be In that town, that truck, that song Parked somewhere down the back roads of my mind I got the headlights off, and you got your lips on mine That town, that truck, that song You learned every word on that burnt CD I learned every curve on that torn bench seat Last I heard you were in Tennessee But to me, you'll always be In that town, that truck, that song In that town, that truck, that song