John Rich and Kid Rock - Mack Truck

What's up y'all? This is Kid Rock
Turn it up, turn that shit up
Hit me like a Mack Truck
Yeah, she hit me, she hit me

She hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack Truck

I don't wanna beg but I think I'm gonna have to
Never laid my eyes on a girl so fine
Riding her pound on the disco saddle
Ripping that horn and blowing my mind

She hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack Truck

Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack Truck

Platinum spurs and shredded up blue jeans
Drop down bonnet with a come on grin
(??????) mama with a peddle on the floorboard
Running me over again and again

She hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack Truck

Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack Truck

Hoo
Aw, play the fiddle, son

Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack Truck

Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Yeah, she hit me like a Mack Truck

Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
She hit me like a Mack Truck

Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
Hit me like a Mack
She hit me like a Mack Truck

Mack Truck
Mack Truck
Mack Truck
Mack Truck

Yeah, she hit me like a Mack Truck

Written by:
Adam Morris Shoenfeld, John D Rich

Publisher:
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