Story Behind The Song
Watched a young couple fighting in a lifted truck at a stop sign.
Song Description
Abused woman leaves her man and drives away in the truck he isn't good enough for. She cuts him on the manhood vein.
| Song Length |
3:08 |
Genre |
Country - General, Country - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Mad, Repulsive |
Subject |
Breaking Up, Dysfunctional Relations |
| Similar Artists |
Miranda Lambert, Kelly Clarkson |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
You raised your hand for the last time to me
left a shiner no makeup could hide
next kick I'll take is one from the 12-gauge
I'll pull that trigger put you in your grave
Gonna say this once, you'd be wise to listen
Don't under estimate my strength
I'm trading you in -- gonna get unstuck
I've loaded the gun and gassed the truck
Going pedal to the medal with you standing there
watch you disappear in the rear view mirror
you look so small as I drive away
tires throwing mud all over your face
keep the ring, keep all my girly things
but you ain't man enough to drive this truck. Hell no!
You felt so tall with your eight inch lift
Like that's gonna make you a real man
I think they call that compensating
for a lack of you know what I'm say saying
Found my freedom flying high on the interstate
sittin tall on the driver's side
I'm taking the wheel-- I'm king of the road
with the Remington racked ready to go
Pedal to the medal with you standing there
watch you disappear in the rear view mirror
you look so small as I drive away
tires throwing mud all over your face
keep the ring, keep all my girly things
but you ain't man enough to drive this truck
Bridge
Did you think I stick around
While you got drunk out on the town
come home mean pickin' a fight
better get your head screwed on right.
I ain't gonna be that one
who quivers when you come undone
forgives you in the morning light
believes there's sorry in your eyes. Hell no!
Gonna find my freedom flying high on the interstate
sittin tall on the driver's side
I'm taking the wheel-- I'm king of the road
with the Remington racked ready to go
Pedal to the medal with you standing there
watch you disappear in the rear view mirror
you look so small as I drive away
tires throwing mud all over your face
keep the ring, keep all my girly things
but you ain't man enough to drive this truck
keep the ring, keep all my girly things
but you ain't man enough to drive this truck