Well we drove my father's '88 halfway to Broken Bow
We were listenin' to the bad news on the radio
The old folks were talkin' about Hamas and Hezbollah
I asked her out the county taqueria

After we were through we blasted Springsteen from the cab
Singin' songs about freedom and lonesomeness
Moonshine from mason jars
I swear I'd never seen such stars
Fall from the sky into those hollers, along those cliffs

If I ever come off mean, vulgar or unclean
Know there's a gentle part of me. It ain't outspoken
And I carry that part up, in the bed of my old truck
Up the hill where my heart was first broken

She took me to her father's house near Mountain View
Made small-talk on the porch with grandma Elma-Lou
They were up to milk the cows the next day before seven
There was a loaded gun in every room I stayed in

The first night I was sleepin' in the loft of her barn
And the second night was her mother's good home cookin'
Third night I got religion while we lie under the sheets
And that's long before her father lectured me on heaven

If I ever come off mean
vulgar or unclean
Know there's a gentle part of me. It ain't outspoken
And I carry that part up, in the bed of my old truck
Up the hill where my heart was first broken

Yeah, it's just a ways away from where I came from
Where I tried to marry that poor girl and then some
Now she's in some bar somewhere
Big brown eyes and short brown hair
And the difference is she ain't scared to love no one

If I ever come off mean, vulgar or unclean
Know there's a gentle part of me. It ain't outspoken
And I carry that part up, in the bed of my old truck
Up the hill where my heart was first broken