My buddies ask me to drive
I lie and tell ´em that it ain´t runnin´ right
So it sits right there
Gets me to work and back fine

Aw, but when it comes to a Saturday night
It ain´t goin´ nowhere

It ain´t outta gas, it ain´t in the shop
It ain´t got a thing wrong with it, it´s just what it ain´t got

Those speakers ain´t made a sound since she ain´t cranked ´em up
Without her hair blowin´ ´round, the windows stay rolled up
It´s like I drove it off the showroom floor
Only trouble with this truck is she ain´t in it no more
Nah, she ain´t

Yeah, it´s got four-wheel drive
But now there ain´t no hill that I need to climb

To look out at the stars
And all them old backroads
It´s hard to handle with a shotgun ghost
Sayin´, "Baby, let´s park"

Can´t ride around, I can´t hold her hand
That Chevy ain´t breakin´ down, but I sure as hell I am

Those speakers ain´t made a sound since she ain´t cranked ´em up
Without her hair blowin´ ´round, the windows stay rolled up
It´s like I drove it off the showroom floor
Only trouble with this truck is she ain´t in it no more
Nah, she ain´t

Can´t look over, see her smile
Since she´s been gone, bet it ain´t been a hundred miles

Those speakers ain´t made a sound since she ain´t cranked ´em up
Without her hair blowin´ ´round, the windows stay rolled up
It´s like I drove it off the showroom floor
Only trouble with this truck is she ain´t in it no more
Those speakers ain´t made a sound since she ain´t cranked ´em up
Without her hair blowin´ ´round, the windows stay rolled up
It´s like I drove it off the showroom floor
Only trouble with this truck is she ain´t in it no more

Nah, she ain´t