I'm a little rough around the edges Like the back of that pickup truck Can't say it's never broken down, but it'll damn sure pick you up And I know what you're thinking, this thing's seen its share of miles Might not be something brand new, but classics don't go out of style I'm a 4 by 4, '69 Ford Tailgate down when the engine roars From the blacktop, to the red dirt, to the dot on the map That only we know No push to start woulda made it this far No he don't have a key to your heart I'm better than I've ever been And I'm better than some better man Better than some better man You're a little angel Had your wings broke a time or two Yeah you're heaven sent, and I'm hell bent On a dirt road go kind of ride with you Oooh So what you wanna do Cause I'm a 4 by 4, '69 Ford Tailgate down while the engine roars From the blacktop, to the red dirt, to the dot on the map That only we know No push to start woulda made it this far No he don't have a key to your heart I'm better than I've ever been And I'm better than some better man Better than some better man Might be rust on all four fenders Paint peeling off the door But it'll give you all its got No they don't make them like that no more I'm a 4 by 4, '69 Ford Tailgate down while the engine roars From the blacktop, to the red dirt, to the dot on the map That only we know No push to start woulda made it this far No he don't have a key to your heart I'm better than I've ever been And I'm better than some better man I'm a 4 by 4, '69 Ford Tailgate down while the engine roars From the blacktop, to the red dirt, to the dot on the map That only we know No push to start woulda made it this far No he don't have a key to your heart I'm better than I've ever been And I'm better than some better man Better man, no I'm better than some better man