[Verse 1] Bench seat worn like an old barstool, Radio hummin’ that backroad blues. Every dent in the door’s got a story to tell, Every mile I drive just drags me through hell. [Pre-Chorus] Windows down, but the past rides along, Her ghost is louder than any song. [Chorus] This pickup’s full of memories, rollin’ shotgun with the pain, Every station on the dial calls out her name. It don’t haul hay, it don’t haul dreams, It just carries a love that tore me at the seams. [Verse 2] Scratches on the dash from her boots that night, Laughin’ ‘til we cried in the dashboard light. Now it’s just me and the echoes I hear, An empty cab haunted by the years. [Pre-Chorus] Windows down, but the past rides along, Her ghost is louder than any song. [Chorus] This pickup’s full of memories, rollin’ shotgun with the pain, Every station on the dial calls out her name. It don’t haul hay, it don’t haul dreams, It just carries a love that tore me at the seams. [Bridge] I should park it, trade it, let it rust away, But some ghosts don’t leave when the miles fade. [Chorus – Double] This pickup’s full of memories, rollin’ shotgun with the pain, Every station on the dial calls out her name. It don’t haul hay, it don’t haul dreams, It just carries a love that tore me at the seams. [Outro] Yeah, this pickup’s full of memories… And they won’t let me be.
