Still Got a Little You in This Truck
Male Country Vocal (Luke Combs-style demo)
Description
A heart-wrenching modern country ballad about the lingering presence of a lost love, told through the tangible reminders left behind in an old pickup truck. The song explores themes of nostalgia, heartbreak, and the struggle to move on, amplified by the intimate connection between a man and his vehicle.
Lyrics
[Intro] (Laid-back guitar riff in A, steel guitar answers, drums ease in halfway through) [Verse 1] That seatbelt dinger's got a lonely kind of ring Since the day you walked out, it's just me in this thing There's a Sonic cup slid under your side of the seat Lipstick print on the lid from your sweet tea Your flip-flops still stuck back behind where you'd ride One's on the floorboard, one's by the passenger side And that cracked iPhone charger hangin' down from the dash Still kicks on your playlist when I turn the key and gas [Pre-Chorus] Every backroad, every song Feels like I took you along [Chorus] I can spray this cab with that new car smell Change the station, raise a little hell I can roll down every window, try to blow you out Let the cold night air chase your memory down But there's a hair tie swingin' from my rearview stuck There's a faded little heart where you carved us up Yeah, I can wipe off the mud, but I can't wash us off enough 'Cause I still got a little you in this truck [Turnaround] (Quick guitar lick, same as intro) [Verse 2] Pulled up to that Chevron where we used to kill time You'd run in for Red Bull and a five-dollar wine That clerk still asks me how you've been doin' these days I just fake a little smile, say you're doin' okay Out in Pump Number 3, there's a scratch in the paint From your ring that night you said, 'Boy, don't you ever change' Now the only thing that's changin' is the odometer roll And the number of miles I'm puttin' on this old soul [Pre-Chorus] Every taillight in the dark Makes me think you're in this car [Chorus] I can spray this cab with that new car smell Change the station, raise a little hell I can roll down every window, try to blow you out Let the cold night air chase your memory down But there's a hair tie swingin' from my rearview stuck There's a faded little heart where you carved us up Yeah, I can wipe off the mud, but I can't wash us off enough 'Cause I still got a little you in this truck [Bridge] I thought time and gasoline Might burn your ghost right out of these seats But the more that I drive, the more I see It ain't just this Ford that's holdin' on to you Hell, it's me [Chorus - Down] I could trade her in, get somethin' brand-spankin' new But I'd still hear you laughin' in that engine, too I could sell every memory for a couple of grand But I'd still feel your fingers laced up in my hand 'Cause there's a hair tie swingin' from my rearview stuck There's a faded little heart where you carved us up Yeah, I can wipe off the mud, but I can't wash us off enough [Chorus - Full / Tag] So I'll spray this cab with that new car smell Turn up the heartbreak, sit in my own hell Roll down every window, let the night wind blow Sing along to every song like you're still here, though 'Cause there's more of you in here than just your stuff Every mile, every memory's a little piece of us Yeah, I keep tellin' myself one day I'll be strong enough But tonight I still got a little you in this truck Yeah, I still got a little you... in this truck [Outro] (Steel guitar bends the hook melody as the engine idles, fade on the turn signal clicking)