Corb Lund - The Truck Got Stuck Lyrics
Corb Lund Lyrics
The Truck Got Stuck Lyrics
Well more rain than wed seen for a thousand years
Caused financial joys and biblical fears
It caused some smiles it caused some tears
But more to the point of our story
For The first time in the collective memory,
That old brown prairie that had been so dry for so long was very muddy
Boggy and sticky
Wed pull one truck out and get another stuck in
And motors would roar and tires would spin
Wed sink right down, down to the diff, and wed all take turns and do it again
Till no one could move, wed call one more friend,
Come on out here, we need you bring your truck
The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
Got the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut
Which eventually pulled out the Ford
And the Dodge
I got me stuck in the mud, so I couldnt rehearse
And Chavez too has missed his work
Reggie, he now fears the worst, he stood up his ex wife she called him a jerk
Course Holtman didnt have nothing better do to, cept ranch.
The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
Got the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut
Which eventually pulled out the Ford
Well it was truck after truck, we all got stuck
cept the big old four by hutterite truck
We all thought lord are we in luck!
But he wouldnt come anywhere near us,
Mighty neighborly, mighty neighborly.
We used a lot of our backs, a little of our brains
We jacked up the jacks, and snugged up the chains,
We all did our very best to refrain from shovelin.
We put what timber we had, underneath the wheels
And we was all out of sand, but managed to steal
Two sacks of the best modern canola seed you ever did see,
That oughta give us some traction
The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
Got the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut
Which eventually pulled out the Ford
We spread genetically modified canola seed
That was genetically modified for controlling the weeds
And for big old yields and margarine oil, raised hell all over that native prairie soil.
Agriculture Canada is definitely gonna be looking for us
Caused financial joys and biblical fears
It caused some smiles it caused some tears
But more to the point of our story
For The first time in the collective memory,
That old brown prairie that had been so dry for so long was very muddy
Boggy and sticky
Wed pull one truck out and get another stuck in
And motors would roar and tires would spin
Wed sink right down, down to the diff, and wed all take turns and do it again
Till no one could move, wed call one more friend,
Come on out here, we need you bring your truck
The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
Got the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut
Which eventually pulled out the Ford
And the Dodge
I got me stuck in the mud, so I couldnt rehearse
And Chavez too has missed his work
Reggie, he now fears the worst, he stood up his ex wife she called him a jerk
Course Holtman didnt have nothing better do to, cept ranch.
The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
Got the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut
Which eventually pulled out the Ford
Well it was truck after truck, we all got stuck
cept the big old four by hutterite truck
We all thought lord are we in luck!
But he wouldnt come anywhere near us,
Mighty neighborly, mighty neighborly.
We used a lot of our backs, a little of our brains
We jacked up the jacks, and snugged up the chains,
We all did our very best to refrain from shovelin.
We put what timber we had, underneath the wheels
And we was all out of sand, but managed to steal
Two sacks of the best modern canola seed you ever did see,
That oughta give us some traction
The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
Got the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut
Which eventually pulled out the Ford
We spread genetically modified canola seed
That was genetically modified for controlling the weeds
And for big old yields and margarine oil, raised hell all over that native prairie soil.
Agriculture Canada is definitely gonna be looking for us
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