I ain't giving up my truck I ain't giving up my truck I ain't giving up my truck I ain't giving up my truck I gave up drinking, well at least while I'm driving Every man needs a bad bitch beside him A butterscotch babe tan shotgun rider She taking off the top more than just a beer bottle I can give up cigars, I can give up cars I can give up drugs that take me way out to Mars Well even if I'm down on my luck I ain't giving up my truck I can give up whiskey and women If I give you some money it's for spending If I get down to my last buck I ain't giving up my truck I ain't giving up my truck I ain't giving up my truck I ain't giving up my truck I ain't giving up my truck I threw the turbo chip in the F-250 When I'm workin' wood, well they all call me Ken Griffey I bought the TNT TRX down Biloxi Mississippi I mix the cream soda with the creekwater Whiskey The Tangerine Tacoma when I'm down in Arizona I can't fit in a loaner aquaberry my aroma Down mess what's in my cup And I ain't giving up my truck (That'd be fucked up!) I can give up whiskey and women If I give you some money it's for spending If I get down to my last buck I ain't giving up my truck I ain't giving up my truck I ain't giving up my truck I ain't giving up my truck I ain't giving up my truck