About the song
Background of “We Rode In Trucks” by Luke Bryan
- Released in 2007 as the second single from his debut album “I’ll Stay Me”.
- Co-written by Luke Bryan himself along with Roger Murrah and Jim McCormick.
Themes in “We Rode In Trucks”
- Rural life: The song paints a vivid picture of growing up in a rural American setting, specifically the South. Farming, religion, and spending time outdoors are all central themes.
- Nostalgia: The narrator looks back fondly on his childhood experiences, portraying them as a simpler and more meaningful time.
- Friendship and community: The song emphasizes the importance of close bonds formed during youth, particularly those built around shared experiences.
- Coming of age: The lyrics explore lessons learned during childhood, both positive and negative .
- Simple pleasures: The song celebrates the joys of a life lived close to nature and without a lot of material possessions.
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Lyrics
Down where I was born was heaven on earthThe Flint River washes that red Georgia dirtThe sun sets slow and the stars shine brightWe raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kidsYou either lived on a farm or wish you didJesus always walked close by our sideWhere I grew up, we rode in trucks
There’s a lot about life we learned on the bus,How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cussThe closer we sat to the back, the smarter we gotWe were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friendsWhite-eyed, baptized, and still wantin’ to sinThank God we get more than just one shotWhere I grew up, we rode in trucks
That’s us, haulin’ hay in the field with the radio onThat’s us, headin’ straight into town when the work is doneIn my mind, I can still see us now,Ridin’ down Buck Island RoadIt wasn’t that long ago
We thought tobacco and beer in a canWas all it would take to be like our old manBut I saw how it made my momma cryIt was huntin’ and fishin’ and football gamesThen it was girls, and everything changedFallin’ in and out of love, we rode in trucks
That’s us with our tailgates down in the parking lotThat’s us with mud on our tires when it rained a lotIn my mind, I can still see us nowRidin’ down Buck Island RoadIt wasn’t that long agoIt’s apart of my soul, yeahIt’s apart of my soul
Down where I was born, it was heaven on earthThe Flint River washes that red Georgia dirtThe sun sets slow and the stars shine brightWhere I grew upWe rode in trucks