Cruisin' down those backroads in Grandpa's Dodge so fine
Wind in my hair sun on my face everything felt just right
He called me Little Man with a smile so wide
As we sang along to old country songs feeling alive inside
Making memories picking blackberries in that old white Dodge truck
With the radio playing our favorite tunes like the tape had gotten stuck
Those days may be gone but the memories still stay
In Grandpa's truck we found our way
Rust and chrome stories untold every scratch had a tale
We'd chase the sunset no worries no regrets just setting sail
From Hank to Willie Johnny Cash to George Strait
In that old Dodge truck time never seemed to wait
Making memories picking blackberries in that old white Dodge truck
With the radio playing our favorite tunes like the tape had gotten stuck
Those days may be gone but the memories still stay
In Grandpa's truck we found our way
Though the truck may be gone and time marches on
The love we shared the bond we made forever lives on
In every blackberry pie in every country song
Grandpa's truck and memories they keep me strong
Making memories picking blackberries in that white Dodge truck
With the radio playing our favorite tunes like the tape had gotten stuck
Those days may be gone but the memories still stay
In Grandpa's truck we found our way
In Grandpa's truck we found our way