Buck too

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[Verse 2]
(band settles into the groove, a little tension building)
Dust rose from the road as the tires dug in deep
Bo's dog, Buck raised his head up like wakin' from sleep
I saw the panic hit Bo's face, saw it plain as day
Wasn't the truck that got him runnin' — it's what she's drivin' away

[Chorus]
(fuller band, warm backing harmonies on the tag)
Heard him hollerin' out, madder than I'd ever seen
"She's got my truck!" — that much was plain to see
But then he caught his breath and hollered somethin' new
"Hell naw — she's got Buck too!"

[Verse 3]
(fiddle accents, storytelling energy picking up, almost gleeful)
She hit the stop sign at the corner, slowed but didn't stay
Bo came at it full speed like he still had a play
Leaped like Kobe reachin' for the net at the buzzer
Landed a little short in the road just as she peeled off some rubber

[Verse 4]
(pedal steel underlines the shift, delivery turns dry and amused)
Cop on the corner watched the whole thing go down
Flipped on his lights, did a U-turn, turned right back around
Bo's brushin' gravel off his knees, standing up from the ground
Officer's yellin' "why are you chasin' that truck out of town"

[Pre-Chorus]
(pulled back slightly, half-spoken urgency)
Frantic and upset, tried to make the man understand
Officer wasn't hearin' it, next thing had him in cuffs, in the back, no plan

[Chorus]
(same energy as first chorus, slight weariness creeping in)
Heard him hollerin' one last time before the door shut too
"She's got my truck!" — didn't matter, wasn't nothin' new
But that same crack in his voice, same thing rang true
"But officer, she's got Buck too!"

[Bridge]
(stripped back, quieter, delivery turns reflective)
Now from where I stood, none of it made no sense
'Til I saw her drop Buck off on the other side of the fence
Buck came trottin' home free, easy as you please
Bo went the other way, hands cuffed, and bare feet

[Outro]
(soft, warm, closing porch-story tone, easing to a stop)
Buck's over at my place now, Bo's still not here
When someone takes yours, it's okay to have a little fear
Some men go to jail over a truck
Bo went to jail over Buck

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[Verse 1] (acoustic guitar, easygoing porch-story groove) I was out at my flower pots, mindin' my own day Door slammed like a gunshot, raised my head, looked that way Looked just in time to see that girl hop in and punch the gas Bo came runnin' out the house barefoot, movin' twice as fast [Verse 2] (band settles into the groove, a little tension building) Dust rose from the road as the tires dug in deep Bo's dog, Buck raised his head up like wakin' from sleep I saw the panic hit Bo's face, saw it plain as day Wasn't the truck that got him runnin' — it's what she's drivin' away [Chorus] (fuller band, warm backing harmonies on the tag) Heard him hollerin' out, madder than I'd ever seen "She's got my truck!" — that much was plain to see But then he caught his breath and hollered somethin' new "Hell naw — she's got Buck too!" [Verse 3] (fiddle accents, storytelling energy picking up, almost gleeful) She hit the stop sign at the corner, slowed but didn't stay Bo came at it full speed like he still had a play Leaped like Kobe reachin' for the net at the buzzer Landed a little short in the road just as she peeled off some rubber [Verse 4] (pedal steel underlines the shift, delivery turns dry and amused) Cop on the corner watched the whole thing go down Flipped on his lights, did a U-turn, turned right back around Bo's brushin' gravel off his knees, standing up from the ground Officer's yellin' "why are you chasin' that truck out of town" [Pre-Chorus] (pulled back slightly, half-spoken urgency) Frantic and upset, tried to make the man understand Officer wasn't hearin' it, next thing had him in cuffs, in the back, no plan [Chorus] (same energy as first chorus, slight weariness creeping in) Heard him hollerin' one last time before the door shut too "She's got my truck!" — didn't matter, wasn't nothin' new But that same crack in his voice, same thing rang true "But officer, she's got Buck too!" [Bridge] (stripped back, quieter, delivery turns reflective) Now from where I stood, none of it made no sense 'Til I saw her drop Buck off on the other side of the fence Buck came trottin' home free, easy as you please Bo went the other way, hands cuffed, and bare feet [Outro] (soft, warm, closing porch-story tone, easing to a stop) Buck's over at my place now, Bo's still not here When someone takes yours, it's okay to have a little fear Some men go to jail over a truck Bo went to jail over Buck

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