You want more? You'll get it Determined, ferocious Grit down and bite the bullet Dare to unbind Smash and redefine I understand your every fear Your every pain your every tear With every struggle you conquer

I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade