Canyonero lyrics

Can ya name the truck with four wheel drive,
Smells like a steak and seats thirty five.
Canyonero...
Canyonero...

When it goes real slow with the hammer down,
Its the country fried truck endorsed by a clown.
Canyonero...
Canyonero...

Twelve yards long two lanes wide,
Sixty five tons of American pride.
Canyonero...
Canyonero...

Top of the line in utility sports,
Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts.
Canyonero...
Canyonero...

She blinds everybody with her super high beems,
She`s a squirrel squishin` deer smackin` drivin` machine.
Canyonero...
Canyonero...
Yahh...yahh canyonero
Whoa Canyonero.
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