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  1. White Ford Truck

From the recording White Ford Truck

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White Ford Truck
by John Peters

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[Verse 1]
White Ford rollin’ past the county line
Toolbox rattlin’ like a warning sign
Another job, another state to roam
While she’s back home holdin’ all our own

She’s got school runs, scraped knees, and bills
I’ve got hotel lights and window sills
My boy’s first hit, my girl’s first dance
I miss ‘em both by circumstance

[Chorus]
It’s the miles between these tires and home
That cut the deepest when I’m alone
She’s playin’ mom and dad in one brave role
While I chase paychecks and concrete goals
I hear their voices through a cracked phone screen
But it ain’t the same as livin’ that dream
Lord, I’d trade this truck for a front porch scene
But these miles keep stretchin’ in between

[Verse 2]
She don’t complain, but I feel the strain
In late-night texts and her silent pain
She’s got a strength that I can’t fake
Raisin’ our kids while I just break

I’m buildin’ stores with steel and stone
But she’s buildin’ love all on her own
And every mile I drive away
Feels like a debt I’ll never pay

[Chorus]
It’s the miles between these tires and home
That cut the deepest when I’m alone
She’s playin’ mom and dad in one brave role
While I chase paychecks and concrete goals
I hear their voices through a cracked phone screen
But it ain’t the same as livin’ that dream
Lord, I’d trade this truck for a front porch scene
But these miles keep stretchin’ in between

[Bridge]
One day I’ll park this truck for good
Be the man I swore I would
But till that day, I’ll drive and pray
That love don’t fade along the way

[Final Chorus]
It’s the miles between these tires and home
That haunt me more than I’ve ever shown
She’s playin’ mom and dad in one brave role
While I chase paychecks and concrete goals
I hear their voices through a cracked phone screen
But it ain’t the same as livin’ that dream
Lord, I’d trade this truck for a front porch scene
But these miles keep stretchin’ in between

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