Big man, big hands
Strong back, strong mind
Golden Glove at 16
Goodlooking like Steve McQueen

I'm dumb, he's mad
I push to fight
He says, 'Let's go', I said, 'All right'
Hey, I said, 'Okay'

Yeah, Poppa bought a pick-up truck
With bottle tops and that's enough
A beat up piece of Chevrolet
Blue and white rustin' away
Aww, still we ride, yeah, just father and son

Small child, front seat
Mouth in Dad's ear
As they drive that truck
In the night, in the night

Looking up at the night
Through dark windshields
Buster Browns won't reach
I ask to drive and he says, 'Okay'

Well, Papa bought a pick up truck
With bottle tops and that's enough
A beat up piece of Chevrolet
Blue and white rustin' away
Aw, still we ride, yeah, just father and son

Cool Hand says, 'I'm a man who can eat fifty eggs'
And, 'Sayin' it's your job, don't make it, make it right'
We laugh, we cry, we say, 'That's right'
He says, 'Let's drive', we say, 'All right'
Yeah, we said, 'Okay'

Papa says, 'Let's go for a ride'
'Oh, we'll grab a bite to eat'
'Hell boy, might even let you drive'
I said, 'Hey Pop, oh, turn up the radio'

'Aw, 'cause that's my favorite song'
'Hey, that's my favorite song'
As we went along, oh, roll down your window
As we went along, yeah, just father and son
Hey, just like we were, yeah, a father and son

Hey Papa, 'Dairy Queen sounds good to me'
And Papa, 'Pull off here, I've got to take a leak'
And Papa, 'You're gonna have to kill me, to keep me down'
And Papa, you laugh when I say, 'Move it up here, Dragline'
Oh, Dragline, uh, uh, uh