[Verse] Well, I rolled outta bed in my favorite blue jeans, Grabbed my coffee, chased my small-town dreams, Changed the oil in my old pickup truck, Headed down to the field, wishin' me luck. [Verse 2] The sun's risin' high over that red barn, Got my notebook, sittin' out on the farm, Sketchin' plots, drawin' lines so clean, Livin' life between the rows, if you know what I mean. [Chorus] Rate my truck, how it shines in the sun, Rate my jeans, got 'em wearin' just for fun, Rate my plot, check out these diagrams I've got, Tell me which one's the best, give it all you've taught. [Verse 3] Hit the diner for a bite, talkin' with old Joe, He's got stories 'bout the past, hearin' how life goes, Weigh the data in my mind, like a well-worn map, Every twist and turn, knowin' where I'm at. [Bridge] Life out here is a simple kind of art, An old truck engine, or a young girl's heart, Jeans that fit just right, holdin' memories, And graphs of life’s story, blowin' in the breeze. [Chorus] Rate my truck, how it shines in the sun, Rate my jeans, got 'em wearin' just for fun, Rate my plot, check out these diagrams I've got, Tell me which one's the best, give it all you've taught.
