Truck Full of Money - Donovan Woods

Part of the thrill

Is you think you might die up there

You think you might keel over sideways

Wouldn’t that be something to see?

And any guy here

Could learn how to sing like this

She might love ya

Not like she loves me

See I wasn’t straight when I wrote that

I was carving a name

And I was praying that no one was gonna love me again

And I was late for somethin'

Every hour of every day

And completely lonesome out on the prairie

With a truck full of money

When I got home

Or even halfway love

I had to call you

To figure out where my partner was

And though I know most of my job ain’t right

But you sure don’t mind goin' out every night

See I wasn’t straight when I wrote that

I was carving a name

And I was praying that no one was gonna love me again

And I was late for somethin'

Every hour of every day

And completely lonesome out on the prairie

With a truck full of money

Oh no

Ahh, yeah

Maybe someday we’ll be

Closer to what our fathers had

Plenty of love never been in

Some truck full of money