It’s just a man, his dog, and his truck
Time spent half believing in luck
Searching and knowing certain truths
A word spoken by a soul without proof
Find a canvas and paint what I believe in
Coloring the way I feel about what I’m seeing
Designing the hope that keeps me grounded
Keeping values sound to remain well rounded
Having a true bond with a creature of another species
A two way street of give and take is how it sees me
Animals connect us to what we can’t harness
Even with our communication going it’s farthest
It’s the truth in a shared feeling of co-existence
Relying on each other to no end or distance
The solid bond, the loyalty of nature’s plan
The man and the dog that make the man

It’s just a man, his dog, and his truck

Man’s desire to move forward in ingenuity
The basis for the basic need to move free
The heartbeat matched speed and suspension
Beating to the sound of the breathing engines
A creation bought to life, dependability and care
Torque picks up power coursing a hard stare
Focusing on the road and the miles to go, nothing to lose
This man’s truck handles any alternate path he may choose

The path is his mission, the journey of life never complete
Oil for blood, gasoline for water, tires the shoes on his feet
Conquering new lands, carrying home a heavy load
Grip the wheel and float down off of, or onto any road
A man’s home is his castle, his truck is his horse
Adrenaline pours from source of the truck’s course

It’s just a man, his dog, and his truck