Verse 1							
Don’t know ‘boutchu, but, man, I sure love my truck
I’ve had her since I was sixteen - but I just ran outta luck
Rolled into town, she gave a shudder and a shake
It’s one tragic loss, man, more than I can take

Suddenly all these memories flooded into my head
My son took my hand and asked, “Daddy is she dead?”
I nodded yes, he said “Then I got a question;
Will grandpa look after her – when she gets up to heaven?” (Good question son …!)

Chorus	1									
Where do trucks go when they die?
You think that God’s got a big parking lot in the sky?
Where do trucks go when they die?
I can’t wait to take her muddin’ on the other side
Where do trucks go when they die?
You think the clouds up in heaven need a 4-wheel drive?
Where do trucks go when they die?
I better start living right so I can take her for one more ride

Verse 2										
Son, if these seats could talk
There’d be buckets full of memories
Cruising Main Street, picking fights with my enemies
Nervous first kisses from that homecoming queen
For my first prom this truck was my limousine
A hole in the seat from my first cigarette
I done some things in the bed I’ll never forget
She’s seen three bloodhounds and now a son of my own
Riding shotgun no more…
My truck she’s been called home

Chorus	1									

Bridge										
Church on Sunday, pass the plate and we’re almost done
Preacher he asks if he could pray for anyone
Mary’s worried ‘bout her son, Carl’s praying for his dad
Then much to my wife’s dismay, I shot up my hand, I said
Now preacher you know that I’ve been a saint
(even if those ladies on my mudflaps ain’t!)
And I understand these folks are down on their luck
But. can we please say a prayer for my old truck? (Can I get an amen?!)

Chorus	2									
Where do trucks go when they die?
You think that God’s got a big parking lot in the sky?
Where do trucks go when they die?
Gonna fill the bed with angel ducks already full of lead
Where do trucks go when they die?
You think the clouds up in heaven need a 4-wheel drive?
Where do trucks go when they die?
I better start living right so I can take her for one more ride

Credits										
Jared Young – acoustic guitar, vocals
Chad Terrell – bass, electric guitar
Michael Cleveland – fiddle 
Kim Terrell – backing vocals
Rick Scott – piano, sampled accordion, banjo-drums-mandolin programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Jared Young
WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Mastered by DR Ford, Nashville, TN

Tucker Creek

Where Do Trucks Go When They Die

Verse 1						
All your life’s been wandering 
This town seems good for nothing
And the things you thought you knew
Before have been all but forgotten
So, take a look right at your life
See it in a different light
You will be amazed at how things look
If you will only try

Chorus	1					
It’s relatively minor, Mary
Relatively minor, Mary
It’s relatively minor, Mary
Live your life
Live it proud and live it right out loud
Yeah-ee-yeah, ooh, ooh, hoo, yeah

Verse 2						
Change your state of being
Change your state, your state of mind
You may very well be so surprised
At the things you’ll find
Yeah, all the mole hills that you’ve turned
To mountains in the years gone by
Well, all seem like stepping stones to you,
‘Cause everything is better in hindsight

Chorus	2					
Relatively minor, Mary
Relatively minor, Mary
It’s relatively minor, Mary
Live your life
Live it proud and live it right out loud
Right out loud

Bridge						
So, you say you don’t want me to be the one
To break the news
So, you say you don’t want me to be the one
To tell the truth
Well, that’s OK, ‘cause you know I’m right
And there’s a better world waitin’ on the….
Other side
Yeah-ee-yeah, ooh, ooh, hoo, yeah

Verse 3						
So, if you want to make the grade
Stop raining on your own parade
And if you find yourself afraid
Sing a self-made serenade
Lay your head back, close your eyes
Dream of bluer skies
Kiss the older world goodbye
And you’ll be happy, healthy, younger and wise

Chorus	3					
It’s relatively minor, Mary
Relatively minor… Mary
It’s relatively minor, Mary
Live your life
Live it proud and live it right out loud
Right out loud, right out loud

Credits						
Jared Young – acoustic guitar, vocals
Chad Terrell – bass, electric guitar
Michael Cleveland – fiddle 
Rick Scott – piano, organ, drums-percussion-violins-banjo-mandolin programming
Engineer – Chad Terrell
Production – Rick Scott, Chad Terrell, Jared Young
WaterWoods Studio, Maumelle, AR
Mastered by DR Ford, Nashville, TN

Where Do Trucks Go When They Die

Tucker Creek

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