Song Description

Humorous poke at marriage verses a truck

Lyrics

I found her on the side of the road with her thumb up in the air
Old torn dress and brused up legs that could've used a little nair
She said "I'm headed to the city, I've had it with the country life"
I felt sorry for her so I picked her up and she became my wife

Now my credit cards are at their limits and my check books in the red
She comes home late she don't cook dinner we sleep in separate beds
My friends all ask "whats wrong with you looks like you're out of luck"
It seems the more I know about women the better I like my truck
Chorus
It seems the more I know about the opposite sex the better I like this beat up truck
She don't complain about a little bit of bondo or when I stare at a Silverado
Ain't happy til muds up over her tires George Jones coming in on a coat hanger wire
The more I know about sugar and spices makes this old Ford truck seem priceless

I found her on the side of the road with the hood up in the air
Cracked windshield and four bald tires that could've used a little air
The owner said for a hundred dollars I could take her off his hands
So I threw him a bill and I tuned her up and we became best friends
Chorus
Yeah the more I know about women the better I like my truck