Old red truck I feel like writing about you.Tell ya how I do miss our time together.Those trips we took to da Krystal just me and you.Or maybe up to Franklin get us some BBQ.Times where different we where younger.You turned many a head in your prime red truck.All that chrome and fire engine red.That little 302 would really do.You always got me home never did you fail.Many a time I watched in horror as off you went on the back of a rollback wrecker.And those two times you protected me in wrecks.Momma died and you refused to go to the funeral by not cranking on that day.Your way of mourning I like to say.So old red truck my dear friend,hope all is good with you and maybe see ya again some day.
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