That welcome sign at your county line
Might have a different name
We're tearing up tobacco fields
You're growing up the grain
We're picking up the same beer
From different corner stores
I'm out here riding my roads
And you're out there riding yours

But we're all in the same truck
Heading down a different two lane
Kicking up the same dust
Praying for the same rain
Closing down the same bars
Different wishеs on the same stars
Getting еvery mile out of these good years
'Til the day he calls us up
We're all in the same truck
Yeah we're all in the same truck

Your angel might have blue eyes
But God made my girl's green
And there's different colored helmets
On our Friday night home teams
Yeah we're all gonna get lost
And breakdown a time or two
But we'll get it cranked back up
No matter what we gotta do

'Cause we're all in the same truck
Heading down a different two lane
Kicking up the same dust
Praying for the same rain
Closing down the same bars
Different wishes on the same stars
Getting every mile out of these good years
'Til the day he calls us up
We're all in the same truck
Yeah we're all in the same truck

Oh we're all trying to find our way home
Ain't nobody gotta ride alone
Don't take it fast man take it slow
'Cause life is like an old backroad

'Cause we're all in the same truck
Heading down a different two lane
Kicking up the same dust
Praying for the same rain
Closing down the same bars
Different wishes on the same stars
Getting every mile out of these good years
'Til the good Lord calls us up
We're all in the same truck
Yeah we're all in the same truck
Different names on the welcome signs

You got your roads I got mine
'Cause we're all in the same truck
We're all in the same truck