Track 10 of the album Overtime Pay · 2016
Dad's Truck on the Ridge Road
by Kane Rivers
“Bench seat, cracked leather, the old man's truck at night. I still smell it.”
hip hop · wistful hip hop · 808 soul · 2:33
Lyrics
Ridge road in the dark with the old man's truck Bench seat cracked and a little bit of luck Smells like oil and coffee, rust on the door Same worn-out dial, still the station I adore He drove me up this mountain when I was nine years old Said every climb is steady, every view is gold Now I'm gripping the wheel where his hands once lay Wishing I could hear what he'd say today Dad's truck on the ridge road Carrying more than the load Dad's truck, hear the engine hum Every mile reminds me where I'm from Dad's truck on the ridge road Taking me home, taking me home Pull off at the lookout, kill the lights City down below like a sea of nights Pour a little coffee out for the man Say thank you for the map and the plan Dad's truck on the ridge road Carrying more than the load Dad's truck, hear the engine hum Every mile reminds me where I'm from Dad's truck on the ridge road Taking me home, taking me home Some things you inherit, some things you earn Keys in my pocket and a lesson to learn He never said much but he showed me the way Slow and steady gets you through the day Dad's truck on the ridge road Carrying more than the load Dad's truck, hear the engine hum Every mile reminds me where I'm from Dad's truck on the ridge road Taking me home, taking me home Taking me home Taking me home