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Hey, Mister Mechanic I got something you need to see I need a hand with my truck 'Cause, it ain't felt right in weeks Ooh Check engine light ain't on Ooh I can tell you what's going wrong Ain't like there's nothing in the tank It's full of 87 I don't think it's what you think Yeah, this thing runs like heaven If you wanna know why I can't drive When I climb in this truck Yeah, it's got a cab full of memories And an empty shotgun If you can, man Change that country station on the radio And wipe her fingerprints right off the window While you're at it Take her picture off the dashboard Yeah, that's all I'm askin' And I'll pay you what you ask for Ain't like there's nothing in the tank It's full of 87 I don't think it's what you think Yeah, this thing runs like heaven If you wanna know why I can't drive When I climb in this truck Yeah, it's got a cab full of memories And an empty shotgun Ain't like there's nothing in the tank It's full of 87 I don't think it's what you think Yeah, this thing runs like heaven If you wanna know why I can't drive When I climb in this truck Yeah, it's got a cab full of memories And an empty shotgun