Sold with the Truck

I put the truck beside the road A cardboard price against the glass A young man came with counted bills And checked the rust beneath the bed He asked how many miles she'd done I almost told him more than miles The truck is sold, the days are mine No one buys a summer night Take the keys and turn her on What I carry isn't gone His girl was waiting by the gate A fishing pole against her knee They planned to camp beside the lake Where Dad first let me take the wheel The truck is sold, the days are mine No one buys a summer night Take the keys and turn her on What I carry isn't gone I showed him how to lift the latch And where the heater likes a tap He promised me he'd treat her right I said, go make a little life The truck is sold, the days are mine No one buys a summer night Take the keys and turn her on What I carry isn't gone Red taillights slipped around the bend I went inside and called my dad