Red Pickup

Copyright 1992 by Susan Adamson and Mike Murray

Saturday evening, George shined his old truck
Cruised on down Main street to check out his luck
Then over the blacktop to the late drive-in show
Seemed like he lived on the road

	SOME TIMES THAT OLD PICKUP FELT MORE LIKE HIS HOME
	THAN THE DOUBLE-WIDE TRAILER HE SHARED WITH HIS MOM
	IN THE SHINY FORD PICKUP, ALL TRICKED OUT AND RED
	THE HIGHWAY JUST STRETCHED OUT AHEAD

Then George met Marina one Saturday night
She was down by the Roxy 'neath a soft neon light
Stepped away from her girlfriends when he pulled off the road
Said she'd ride around after the show
	
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One night in August she left mom and dad
They rode off to Reno side by side in the cab
With two hundred dollars and a pawn-shop gold ring
A job in the factory and a babe in the Spring

	THAT NIGHT IN AUGUST, THEY GREW UP AND LEFT HOME
	TO A THIRD FLOOR WALKUP AND A PARTY LINE PHONE
	AND THE SHINY FORD PICKUP, ALL TRICKED OUT AND RED
	SAT PARKED ON THE STREET UP AHEAD.

Last April the factory closed all its doors
The landlord just muttered and stared at the floor
"I can't let you stay here, I can't tote your load"
And George was back out on the road

	TODAY THAT OLD PICKUP IS WHAT THEY CALL HOME
	THEY'RE SCARED AND THEY'RE HUNGRY, THEY'RE TIRED AND ALONE
	THAT OLD FORD PICKUP'S THEIR SHELTER AND BED
	AND IT SEEMS LIKE ALONG ROAD AHEAD
	
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