Song Description

Imagine a young kid looking at his alcoholic mother, thinking of her life.

Lyrics

She's an Old Truck
Carries in her bed a bunch of busted junk
Things that used to help her move now just
Slow her down

She won't start today
I'll turn her over and turn her over she'll just
Stay in place

And I just keep thinkin
If I can push her far enough
Up over the hill in front of us
She'll start moving with gravity and I could pop the clutch

But my luck
She'd break
And I ain't strong enough to push her
More than a few feet anyway and she'll just

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Roll back down
To where she was
Her batteries dead and her tank's got holes
You can't fill her up, son,
She just won't hold

If she moves at all
It'll be To roll back down

Vrs2

She wasn't treated well
Someone ran her hard down a rough road
Didn't care to see what they broke
And passed her off
To someone
Who fixed her up well enough to run
But they couldn't keep her together long
And when she broke
They passed her off
And again and again and again and now she'll just

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Roll back down
To where she was
Her heads a little warped and her timings speeded
Can't get enough air
She has trouble breathing

If she moves at all
It'll be
To roll back down.

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