victory truck

(Verse 1) Up here in the North, I’m king of the road, Kicking up dust with my heavy load. She’s my lifted diesel, tearing up the trails, In every twist and turn, she never fails. But I’m craving that coastline, feeling that breeze, California’s calling, but it’s not what it seems. (Chorus) California won’t take my truck, no way, They got their green dreams, but I’ve got my say. Built her tough with my own two hands, She’s a powerhouse that don’t fit their plans. From the Canadian dirt to the Cali coast, They don’t get what I love the most. She’s more than just metal, she’s a piece of me, But California don’t know what freedom means. (Verse 2) Checked all the rules, read the fine print twice, They don’t want my rig, say it comes at a price. With the lift so high and the roaring sound, California’s rules wanna shut her down. They don’t like the smoke or the way she rides, But this truck’s got heart, and she’s staying by my side. (Chorus) California won’t take my truck, no way, They got their green dreams, but I’ve got my say. Built her tough with my own two hands, She’s a powerhouse that don’t fit their plans. From the Canadian dirt to the Cali coast, They don’t get what I love the most. She’s more than just metal, she’s a piece of me, But California don’t know what freedom means. (Verse 3) Got those letters in the mail, warnings on the way, “That truck won’t cut it here,” is all they say. They got their eyes on keeping things all clean, Shutting down anything that doesn’t keep things green. But I crossed that line, rolled in nice and slow, Now she’s making noise where they said no. (Bridge) She’s a rebel on the streets where hybrids rule, Turning heads and kicking dust like an old-school jewel. They keep knocking, but they’ll never understand, This truck’s my blood, my sweat, and the work of my hands. (Verse 4) Now California’s saying, “Turn over those keys, Your truck’s too rough for our clean policies.” They don’t care about the miles, the stories we’ve made, Just see a machine that doesn’t make the grade. They’ll never know the bond, the freedom she provides, But they’ve got their laws, and they’ve got their guides. (Outro) So they hauled her off, and I watched her go, But I’ll find a way back, that’s all I know. ‘Cause you can take the truck, but not the man, California got her, guess that’s how it lands. They may have my Dodge, but they’ll never see, You can’t tame a Ram that’s wild and free.