[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Well, I got my first truck when I was three
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
Haulin' marbles and rocks, and thought it twice before
I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door
She tried to pay me with a kiss, and I began to understand
There's somethin' women like about a pickup man

[Verse 2: Joe Diffie]
When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks
My first car was a pickup truck
I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I see
Was Bobbie Jo Gentry, the homecoming queen
She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab
And said, "I never knеw you were a pickup man"

[Chorus: Joe Diffie & Post Malone, & Post Malone]
You can set my truck on firе and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man

[Verse 3: Post Malone & Joe Diffie]
Most Friday nights, I could be found
In the bed of my truck on an old chaise loun'
Backed in, in my spot, at the drive-in show
You know the cargo lights give off a romantic glow
I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand
'Cause there's something women like about a pickup man
[Chorus: Joe Diffie & Post Malone, & Post Malone]
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man

[Bridge: Post Malone & Joe Diffie]
A bucket of rust or a brand-new machine?
Once around the block and you'll know what I mean

[Chorus: Joe Diffie & Post Malone, & Post Malone]
You can set my truck on fire and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I got an eight-foot bed that never has to be made
You know, if it weren't for trucks, you wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams
There's just something women like about a pickup man
There's just something women like about a pickup man

[Outro: Joe Diffie & Post Malone]
Aw, drive that pickup now, boys
That's about it
Ooh-ooh-ooh