Mid twenties riding with the ford ranger windows down,
Crank them about half way you have yourself a breeze not to mention I broke my antenna so now I’m using my phone to listen to music.
You look real quick you might get a glimpse of these blue eyes starting you down,
Old 99 has a way of lifting me up when I feel down, crank her up hear her run I know I’m about to skip town,
It’s my freedom I shall go if I want because I’m the only one who pays for gas in this little truck of mine.
Light me a cigarette up, elbow on the window seal I’m feeling like my Grandfather would be proud of me for taking such care of his belongings, only physical thing I have is this white ford ranger I tell you what she’s cost a lot of money to keep things looking, running and feeling right.
Clean paint job, skull sticker on the back driver side window let that be the sign this woman behind the wheel loves her ford pickup even with all the crap I got to fix.
Completely worth it to me in the end.