.Red clay mud caked up on the door,
Twelve gauge buckshot rollin' in the floorboard.
Turkey feather flappin' up in the visor,
Every Friday night she's a dirt road rider.
You can tell a man by his truck,
F one fifty painted on the fender.
Gun rack rattling in t.
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