they know my truck drinks

a.i. assisted demo production of original songs, written, structured, and © by richard flynn murrey. the songwriting is still mine… creativity didn’t come from software. tools evolve—songwriting doesn’t. a.i. helps me produce demos efficiently and much cheaper! (especially after my stroke). however it’s made… the song either connects or it doesn’t. they know my truck trinks - ©Richard Murrey Bobby drove a Frito truck...Every Tuesday afternoon...Clocked out right on quittin' time...Whistlin' some old tune...He'd back into Whiskey Creek...Same spot every week...Folks would grin before he spoke...'Cause they all knew his routine. They know my truck drinks...That's why it always stops in here...Runs a little rough around five o'clock...Needs a little gear...It ain't me that's thirsty...I'm just holdin' the keys...Blame that old truck...Don't go blamin' me. Fran would serve his favorite glass...Didn't even have to ask...Somebody'd yell, "Your truck's outside!"...He'd answer with a laugh..."That ol' Ford gets mighty lonely...After haulin' chips all day...If I don't let her wet her whistle...She just won't pull away." Well, Officer Jones came by one night...Smiled beneath his hat...Said, "Bobby... is that pickup drinkin'?"He said, "Imagine that!" They know my truck drinks...That's why she's parked outside...Soon as she smells that homemade wine...She just naturally arrives...I keep tellin' everybody...But nobody believes...That truck's got a mighty powerful thirst...Hasn't got nothin' to do with me. Now Bobby's gone...The truck is too...Whiskey Creek's been quiet...But every now and then...Somebody smiles...And orders one for two. Yeah... they knew that truck drank...Everybody played along...Sometimes the best old stories...Are the ones that live on...Raise a glass to Bobby...Wherever he may be...And if you ask around... That old truck's......still thirsty. "Oh... it wasn't Bobby that drank here." "It was his truck."