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A pickup sinks. A grin floats. Truck Still Fishin’ is a small-town story where a bad day turns into a back-porch laugh—laid-back groove, gritty guitars, big sing-along hook, and plenty of backwoods humor. Think southern rock tone, country-rock drive, and a chorus you’ll yell across the water.

Picture a hot July on a gravel road, an old truck roof-deep in a muddy pond, and Roy perched up top like it’s a lawn chair. The cooler drifts by, neighbors rib him from the bank, and the line everyone keeps shouting returns: “HEY ROY, your truck’s in the pond!” He shrugs, casts again, and proves that staying calm can be the funniest move of all.

Verse by verse the scene opens up—friendly laughs, an easy nod from Roy, and that small-town rhythm where folks stop, watch, and retell it twice. The bridge leans into simple truths: bills arrive, life nudges, evening settles… and somehow it still feels alright. No preachy drama—just southern storytelling, gritty guitar riffs, stomping drums, and a hook built for call-and-response.

If you’re into truck songs, fishing songs, lake life, backwoods humor, and small-town stories, this one’s for you. Turn it up and let the mud do what it does.

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Lyrics:
Drove past Roy’s place on that gravel lane,
July sun cookin’ like a railroad flame.
Looked to the left, damn near lost my mind —
Truck roof stickin’ out that fishin’ pond.

Roy’s sittin’ on top with a rod in his hand,
Cooler floatin’ close like part of the plan.
I yell, “You need help?”
He don’t even turn
“Relax,” he grins, “watch these catfish churn.”

HEY ROY, your truck’s in the pond!
He shrugs and says, “Yeah, what’s wrong?”
Beer’s still cold, bait’s still tight —
Guess he’s camped out here all damn night.

Mud on the hood, water in the cab,
Buddy yells out, “Man, you gone mad?”
Roy just grins and tips his hat,
“Could be worse, I’ll drink to that.”

If that was my truck, I’d be losin’ my mind.
Roy? He’s sittin’ pretty, sayin’ he’s doin’ just fine.

HEY ROY, your truck’s in the pond!
He shrugs and says, “Yeah, what’s wrong?”
Grins, “Water’s free, don’t burn no gas —
Catches more fish than my leakin’ bass.”

Sheriff pulled up, dog on a chain,
Said, “Ain’t no law ’gainst fishin’ in rain.”
Roy popped a top, raised one hand —
Whole damn county knows this man.

HEY ROY, your truck’s in the pond!
He shrugs and says, “Yeah, what’s wrong?”
“Don’t sink me? Then I’m just fine —
Rain or shine, it’s fishin’ time.”

Bills in the mailbox, dog chewed the mail,
Truck floats better than the boat for sale.

Sun goes down, frogs start to sing,
Roy cracks one more and don’t change a thing.
Roof for a chair, stars for a light —
He ain’t leavin’ that pond tonight.

I don’t know if Roy’s lucky or crazy.
But hell… he’s happier than the rest of us.

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