I'm a little rough around the edges
Like the back of that pickup truck
Can't say it's never broken down, but it'll damn sure pick you up
And I know what you're thinking, this thing's seen its share of miles
Might not be something brand new, but classics don't go out of style
I'm a 4 by 4, '69 Ford
Tailgate down when the engine roars
From the blacktop, to the red dirt, to the dot on the map
That only we know
No push to start woulda made it this far
No he don't have a key to your heart
I'm better than I've ever been
And I'm better than some better man
Better than some better man
You're a little angel
Had your wings broke a time or two
Yeah you're heaven sent, and I'm hell bent
On a dirt road go kind of ride with you
Oooh
So what you wanna do
Cause I'm a 4 by 4, '69 Ford
Tailgate down while the engine roars
From the blacktop, to the red dirt, to the dot on the map
That only we know
No push to start woulda made it this far
No he don't have a key to your heart
I'm better than I've ever been
And I'm better than some better man
Better than some better man
Might be rust on all four fenders
Paint peeling off the door
But it'll give you all its got
No they don't make them like that no more
I'm a 4 by 4, '69 Ford
Tailgate down while the engine roars
From the blacktop, to the red dirt, to the dot on the map
That only we know
No push to start woulda made it this far
No he don't have a key to your heart
I'm better than I've ever been
And I'm better than some better man
I'm a 4 by 4, '69 Ford
Tailgate down while the engine roars
From the blacktop, to the red dirt, to the dot on the map
That only we know
No push to start woulda made it this far
No he don't have a key to your heart
I'm better than I've ever been
And I'm better than some better man
Better man, no
I'm better than some better man