Shiners Lyrics ------------------------------------------------------------------------ GIT'N THE TRUCK by Charles Jones [Charles] I was parked by the river on a Saturday night. Me and my baby locked up real tight. This way, that way, north and south. The birds and the bees, they were knockin' it out. Then tapping on the window--just my luck-- There's her daddy with a shotgun saying "Git'n that truck!" Hold on pops, don't you get sore, You know you can't keep a kid out of a candy store. He pulled the trigger but the trigger stuck, And I was half way home 'fore he could get in the truck. Git'n the truck. Git'n the truck. Git'n the truck. Git'n the truck. You know he pulled the trigger but the trigger stuck, And I was half way home 'fore he could get in the truck. [Lori] Dance hall floor on a Friday night. I've had a few drinks, I'm feeling alright. Me and some cowboy goin' round and round. We were shakin' it up, we were tearin' 'em down. But there, screaming like a pig that just got stuck, Was my baby at the door, yellin' "Git'n the truck!" Hold on honey, don't you get mad. You know I'm best when I'm being bad. If you don't play your banjo, it don't give a pluck. When I'm damn good and ready I'll get in the truck. Git'n the truck. [repeats] If you don't play your banjo, it don't give a pluck, When I'm damn good and ready I'll get in the truck. [Charles] Well, pulled in off the highway ridin' eighteen wheels, I carried a load down to Bakersfield. I got into a poker game on my way back, My payckeck was riding on a couple of jacks. Then, coming through the door about to self-destruct, There's my little baby saying "Git'n that truck!" Hold on momma, don't you get hot. You know that's our little nest egg sittin' in that pot. You know you don't make dough by passing the buck. Get off your ass, get back in the truck. Git'n the truck. [repeats] You know you don't make dough by passing the buck. Get off your ass and get back in the truck.