Just 4 Doors And A Bed
Mason Fahey
A Silver Truck Just 4 Doors And A Bed He’s A Little Dung Up But That’s Why I Love Him
His Gray Leather Seats Always Hot In The Summer Sun And Icy In the Winter Cold
They’re Ripped Up Now But They Were Once New
The Air Vents That Once Worked Well
A Radio That Only Plays The Best Old Enough To Still Have A CD player
No One Knows The Stories He Holds
A Silver Truck Just 4 Doors And A Bed He’s A Little Dung Up But That’s Why I Love Him
In The Glove Box One Could Find Bullets, And A Bag Of Beachnut Wintergreen
In The Door You Could Find A Spit Cup
The Steering Wheel Is Covered By A High Quality Camo Cover--It Was Purchased At Walmart
On The Floor By The Gearshift There Is An Old Coffee Grounds Cup Full Of Change
In The Center Concil A Variety Of Items Can Be Found
Papers, More Bullets, Pencils And Pens, More Beachnut, And A Blue Tin Box
This Box Holds, A Source, A Key Ingredient,
To Nearly All Of The Memories Engraved In This Truck
It Contains CDs, A Variety Of CDs At That Including:
George Jones, Johnny Cash, Dwight Yoakam, Beastie Boys, Creedence Clearwater Rivival, Trace Adkins, Alan Jackson, Nickleback, Offspring, Creed, Gorillaz, White Stripes, Motley Crue
Van Halen, AC/DC, Aerosmith, Guns N’ Roses, Joe Diffie, Big & Rich, ZZ Top, Eric Clapton
Elvis, And A Couple Of CDs That Were Burned By My Uncle
No One Knows The Stories He Holds
A Silver Truck Just 4 Doors And A Bed He’s A Little Dung Up But That’s Why I Love Him
On The Back Of The Seats, A Camo Gun Rack Is Strapped--Also Purchased At Walmart
It Held Our Guns For Many Youth Weekends
On The Back Of Those Seats Are Also Pockets In Those Pockets Are:
Hunting Magazines Which We Got Our Tags From, Buck Knives And Drag Ropes
Orange Hunting Hats As Well As Vests
On The Back Window Is Misolanious Stickers
All Stuck There As Me And My Brother Received Them
There Is A Sticker That Came With Our First Real Bow, And A Sticker Gifted To Us
And Many Others From Every Time We Got New Hunting Gear
Which Wasn’t Often As We Mostly Got Hand Me Downs
No One Knows The Stories He Holds
A Silver Truck Just 4 Doors And A Bed He’s A Little Dung Up But That’s Why I Love Him
The Back Seat Gray Like The Front Seats
That Is Where I Was Sitting The Day She Got The Dings I Love So Much
They Are More Than Dings Much Closer To Crunches
I Was Young, Maybe 4 Or 5 Years Old
It Was Winter, The Roads Were Slippery, And A Lady Hit Us
Pinning The Truck Between The Trees And Her Vehicle
I Had Been Sleeping When The Lady Made Contact, My Car Seat Went Up
My Head Would Have Hit The Roof But The Passenger
An Employee For My Dad Turned Around, He Stuck His Hand Over My Head So It Didn’t
And That How This Truck Earned His Name--Captian Crunch
A Young Me Thought It Was A Funny Name And It Stuck
Over A Decade Later We Still Call Him Captian Crunch
No One Knows The Stories He Holds
A Silver Truck Just 4 Doors And A Bed He’s A Little Dung Up But That’s Why I Love Him
After The Accident Captian Crunch Got Demoted
Instead Of An Everyday Truck He Was A Hunting Truck, Then To A Firewood Truck
Eventually, He Left In The Field Under An Oak Tree
Dad Often Wondered About Getting Rid Of Ol’ Captain Crunch--But I Wouldn’t Let Him
I Love That Truck With All It’s Dings, Spare Change, CD’s, Hunting Magazines
Bullets, Stickers, And Bags Of Beachnut
But No One Knows, No One Understands, Not Even My Dad
But That's Okay, It Doesn’t Matter
Every time He Tries To Get Rid Of Ol’ Captain Crunch I Put My Foot Down
I Just Can’t Let It happen
When He Looks At It He Sees A Hunk Of Junk Taking Up His Lawn, An Eyesore
I Don’t, I See Something Much More, Something I Can’t Describe, Though I’ve Tried
No One Knows The Stories He Holds
Mason Fahey
A Silver Truck Just 4 Doors And A Bed He’s A Little Dung Up But That’s Why I Love Him
His Gray Leather Seats Always Hot In The Summer Sun And Icy In the Winter Cold
They’re Ripped Up Now But They Were Once New
The Air Vents That Once Worked Well
A Radio That Only Plays The Best Old Enough To Still Have A CD player
No One Knows The Stories He Holds
A Silver Truck Just 4 Doors And A Bed He’s A Little Dung Up But That’s Why I Love Him
In The Glove Box One Could Find Bullets, And A Bag Of Beachnut Wintergreen
In The Door You Could Find A Spit Cup
The Steering Wheel Is Covered By A High Quality Camo Cover--It Was Purchased At Walmart
On The Floor By The Gearshift There Is An Old Coffee Grounds Cup Full Of Change
In The Center Concil A Variety Of Items Can Be Found
Papers, More Bullets, Pencils And Pens, More Beachnut, And A Blue Tin Box
This Box Holds, A Source, A Key Ingredient,
To Nearly All Of The Memories Engraved In This Truck
It Contains CDs, A Variety Of CDs At That Including:
George Jones, Johnny Cash, Dwight Yoakam, Beastie Boys, Creedence Clearwater Rivival, Trace Adkins, Alan Jackson, Nickleback, Offspring, Creed, Gorillaz, White Stripes, Motley Crue
Van Halen, AC/DC, Aerosmith, Guns N’ Roses, Joe Diffie, Big & Rich, ZZ Top, Eric Clapton
Elvis, And A Couple Of CDs That Were Burned By My Uncle
No One Knows The Stories He Holds
A Silver Truck Just 4 Doors And A Bed He’s A Little Dung Up But That’s Why I Love Him
On The Back Of The Seats, A Camo Gun Rack Is Strapped--Also Purchased At Walmart
It Held Our Guns For Many Youth Weekends
On The Back Of Those Seats Are Also Pockets In Those Pockets Are:
Hunting Magazines Which We Got Our Tags From, Buck Knives And Drag Ropes
Orange Hunting Hats As Well As Vests
On The Back Window Is Misolanious Stickers
All Stuck There As Me And My Brother Received Them
There Is A Sticker That Came With Our First Real Bow, And A Sticker Gifted To Us
And Many Others From Every Time We Got New Hunting Gear
Which Wasn’t Often As We Mostly Got Hand Me Downs
No One Knows The Stories He Holds
A Silver Truck Just 4 Doors And A Bed He’s A Little Dung Up But That’s Why I Love Him
The Back Seat Gray Like The Front Seats
That Is Where I Was Sitting The Day She Got The Dings I Love So Much
They Are More Than Dings Much Closer To Crunches
I Was Young, Maybe 4 Or 5 Years Old
It Was Winter, The Roads Were Slippery, And A Lady Hit Us
Pinning The Truck Between The Trees And Her Vehicle
I Had Been Sleeping When The Lady Made Contact, My Car Seat Went Up
My Head Would Have Hit The Roof But The Passenger
An Employee For My Dad Turned Around, He Stuck His Hand Over My Head So It Didn’t
And That How This Truck Earned His Name--Captian Crunch
A Young Me Thought It Was A Funny Name And It Stuck
Over A Decade Later We Still Call Him Captian Crunch
No One Knows The Stories He Holds
A Silver Truck Just 4 Doors And A Bed He’s A Little Dung Up But That’s Why I Love Him
After The Accident Captian Crunch Got Demoted
Instead Of An Everyday Truck He Was A Hunting Truck, Then To A Firewood Truck
Eventually, He Left In The Field Under An Oak Tree
Dad Often Wondered About Getting Rid Of Ol’ Captain Crunch--But I Wouldn’t Let Him
I Love That Truck With All It’s Dings, Spare Change, CD’s, Hunting Magazines
Bullets, Stickers, And Bags Of Beachnut
But No One Knows, No One Understands, Not Even My Dad
But That's Okay, It Doesn’t Matter
Every time He Tries To Get Rid Of Ol’ Captain Crunch I Put My Foot Down
I Just Can’t Let It happen
When He Looks At It He Sees A Hunk Of Junk Taking Up His Lawn, An Eyesore
I Don’t, I See Something Much More, Something I Can’t Describe, Though I’ve Tried
No One Knows The Stories He Holds
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