We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck
Just my brother and me
The night before he shipped out overseas
A leatherneck, jar-head marine

He said the radiator leaks 
And the timing belt is worn
But the heart and soul of this old beat-up truck
Is the dashboard

It's seen a lot of tan legs
Got a kick ass radio
Heard a lot of singing along to some country songs and rock & roll
Got a .38 bullet hole
Courtesy of Kate Tillman's dad
A lot of scotch tape marks from holding timeless photographs
He said if I don't come back
You can have this Ford
Just tape a picture of me on the dashboard

He said the paint is peeling off
It's got dents in both the doors
If something happens to me
Don't hang a for sale sign above the dashboard

It's seen a lot of tan legs
Got a kick ass radio
Heard a lot of singing along to some country songs and rock & roll
Got a .38 bullet hole
Courtesy of Kate Tillman's dad
A lot of scotch tape marks from holding timeless photographs
He said if I don't come back
You can have this Ford
Just tape a picture of me on the dashboard

I had the engine overhauled
A paint job and brand new chrome
I had her washed and waxed sitting in the drive the day that he came home
I said here's your keys, she's all yours
I fixed everything, but the dashboard