I’m sitting in my old truck
Thinking about my strange luck
It ain’t all good but it ain’t all bad
Now, I don’t often shop here
But sometimes I drink beer
And think about mom and dad
Life is funny in the end
You get more lonely
You have less friends
But you know you’ve always got a spot
In the Walmart parking lot
Sometimes when I’m on the road
And I need one night’s abode
I sit behind the wheel and stare into space
I watch people come and go
Listen to oldies on the radio
An occasional tear rolls down my face
All night in my car
It’s better than drinking
At a honky tonk bar
Cuz you know you’ve always got a spot
In the Walmart parking lot
It was the middle of the night
When I wrote this song
And then I stepped outside
And I took a piss
Then I looked up to the sky
And I thanked my lucky stars
I may not be in the Hall of Fame
But at least I’m not homeless
I’m sitting in my old truck
Thoughts keep lingering on
I’m chalking up the years, mom and dad are gone
Life is funny in the end
You get more lonely
You have less friends
But you know you’ve always got a spot
In the Walmart parking lot
Words & Music Copyright 2025 by Dan Steven Erickson
