Truck Sack

Maple syrup drip, flannel and grit,
Hockey on the speakers, skidoo in the kit.
Pullin' into Tim’s, rollin’ coal on the lot,
Truck sack swingin’ like it’s somethin’ I bought.

Straight-piped power, screamin’ “Yee to the haw!”
Chrome balls dangling, breakin’ every law.
From prairie dust to the Rockies’ back,
We’re loud, proud, and packin’ that sack.

Oh, it’s a truck sack, baby, loud and proud,
Swingin’ like a punchline, drawin’ a crowd.
Big rig swagger, hitch full of attack,
Livin’ that life with my big truck sack.

Flags on the tailgate, flappin’ high,
Maybe it’s the Maple Leaf, maybe 'Stars and Stripes.'
Moose in the ditch, dart in the lip,
Nothin’ screams Alberta like a chrome ball grip.

Diesel in the veins, mud on the frame,
Lift kit glory, ownin’ this game.
It’s not just for laughs, it’s a full-on stance,
Truck sack swingin’, it’s a redneck dance.

Oh, it’s a truck sack, baby, swingin’ free,
Big balls energy, Alberta degree.
Snow, mud, or rain, we never look back,
Rev it up hard with the ol’ truck sack.

It’s a badge of pride, a hitchin’ crown,
You can laugh, but we run this town.
It’s over the top, but that’s our way,
Truck sack life! Rollin' everyday!

Oh, it’s a truck sack, baby, loud and proud,
Swingin’ like a punchline, drawin’ a crowd.
Big rig swagger, hitch full of attack,
Livin’ that life with my big truck sack.