Back of Grandpa’s Truck

In the back of Grandpa’s truck I learned the taste of wind With him behind the wheel I’ll jump in the back again It’s a long road to follow And night is coming ‘round But Grandpa’s been this way before And he’s never let me down Up on Grandpa’s mountain I learned to shoot a gun Down behind the bluffs Where the snakes all catch the sun It was his daddy’s weapon ‘Til he passed it on to me The stock in my hands Felt like part of the family tree He’s looking both directions Out ahead and back behind He maps the past with stories Marks the trail with his advice Sometimes I get the wanderlust But I’m afraid to trust my luck Well, I know I won’t get lost If I’m in the back of Grandpa’s truck Well, it’s flannel in the winter And jeans all year ‘round It’s boots and gloves for workin’ A little bit of coffee to wash it down His tools are in the toolbox And his guns are on the wall But his faith is in the good Lord Watching over us all Yes, his faith is in the good Lord Watching over us all He’s looking both directions Out ahead and back behind He maps the past with stories Marks the trail with his advice Sometimes I get the wanderlust But I’m afraid to trust my luck Well, I know I won’t get lost If I’m in the back of Grandpa’s truck I know I won’t get lost If I’m in the back of Grandpa’s truck I’m gonna put him behind the wheel And jump in the back again