Mack Truck - John Rich, Kid Rock

What’s up, y’all?

This is Kid Rock

Turn it up, turn that shit up

Hit me like a Mack Truck

Yeah, she hit me, yeah, she hit me

She hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack Truck

I don’t wanna beg but I think I’m gonna have to

Never laid my eyes on a girl so fine

Riding her pound on the disco saddle

Ripping that horn and blowing my mind

She hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

She hit me like a Mack Truck

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

She hit me like a Mack Truck

Platinum spurs and a shredded up blue jeans

Drop down bonnet with a come on grin

mama with a peddle on the floorboard

Running me over again and again

She hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

She hit me like a Mack Truck

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack Truck

Hoo

Aw, play the fiddle, son

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack Truck

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Yeah, she hit me like a Mack Truck

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

She hit me like a Mack Truck

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

Hit me like a Mack

She hit me like a Mack Truck

Mack Truck

Mack Truck

Mack Truck

Mack Truck

Yeah, she hit me like a Mack Truck