I wanted a bigger truck
To haul a heavy load
But a truck easy on the eyes
While driving down the road
And he’s a big ‘ole boy
Built of strong bones
A handsome truck
Of all the vehicles I’ve owned
Carrying weight in the bed
He smiles like its meant to be
Getting’ the job done
He’s happy as can be
With four-wheel drive
He’ll take me off-road
Be it gravel or dirt no matter
Over hills and through valleys we rode
Painted a metallic black
He wears his color proud
Not the “in your face” type
That stands out too loud
One day I decided
He must have a name
A name that fits him right
So Black Beauty he became
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