Hey, Mister Mechanic
I got something you need to see
I need a hand with my truck
'Cause, it ain't felt right in weeks
Ooh
Check engine light ain't on
Ooh
I can tell you what's going wrong

Ain't like there's nothing in the tank
It's full of 87
I don't think it's what you think
Yeah, this thing runs like heaven
If you wanna know why
I can't drive
When I climb in this truck
Yeah, it's got a cab full of memories
And an empty shotgun

If you can, man
Change that country station on the radio
And wipe her fingerprints right off the window
While you're at it
Take her picture off the dashboard
Yeah, that's all I'm askin'
And I'll pay you what you ask for

Ain't like there's nothing in the tank
It's full of 87
I don't think it's what you think
Yeah, this thing runs like heaven
If you wanna know why
I can't drive
When I climb in this truck
Yeah, it's got a cab full of memories
And an empty shotgun

Ain't like there's nothing in the tank
It's full of 87
I don't think it's what you think
Yeah, this thing runs like heaven
If you wanna know why
I can't drive
When I climb in this truck
Yeah, it's got a cab full of memories
And an empty shotgun