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Butterscotch in the Glovebox [Verse 1] Blue paint gone to chalk from forty summers in the sun, bench seat taped together, and the heater never won, radio still set to the old-time country station, and the cab still smells like coffee and a little bit like patience. [Chorus] There's butterscotch in the glovebox, still wrapped gold the way he'd leave 'em there, and a man on the phone says, "Does it run?" and I say, "Yes, sir," like I don't care. But I'm selling more than an old Ford truck, I'm selling every Sunday drive, so go easy on the clutch, mister, she's the last thing of his still alive. [Verse 2] Got a lease up in the city and a job that starts in June, and there's nowhere there to park her, and she'd hate it there too soon. He'd have said, "Don't keep a thing just 'cause you're scared to let it go," then kept this truck for thirty years himself. That's how I know. [Chorus] There's butterscotch in the glovebox, still wrapped gold the way he'd leave 'em there, and a man on the phone says, "Does it run?" and I say, "Yes, sir," like I don't care. But I'm selling more than an old Ford truck, I'm selling every Sunday drive, so go easy on the clutch, mister, she's the last thing of his still alive. [Bridge] I'll take one candy for the highway, leave the rest right where they lay, so some kid someday finds a handful and a little bit of him gets to stay. [Chorus] There's butterscotch in the glovebox, still wrapped gold the way he'd leave 'em there, and a man on the phone says, "Does it run?" and I say, "Yes, sir," like I don't care. But I'm selling more than an old Ford truck, I'm selling every Sunday drive, so go easy on the clutch, mister, she's the last thing of his still alive.

Ten to Six [Hook] Ten to six on the dock, eight a.m. in the seat, Mama in the front row, she ain't sitting, she's on her feet, first one in the family with a name on a degree, every box that I lifted was a step up for me. [Verse 1] Forklift beeping, the one alarm I never snooze, steel toes on, flashcards stuffed in the side of my boots, scan gun on my hip and my syllabus folded twice, learned the mean and the median off of pallet weight and price. Supervisor saw the book, said, "You think you better than us?" Nah, I think I'm tired, and I'm catching the six-fifteen bus. Fell asleep on the window with a highlighter in my fist, woke up with a yellow line and a stop that I missed. Walked back twenty blocks saying formulas out loud, lady asked if I was okay, I said, "Ma'am, I'm just proud." Four years, never called out, never missed a single shift, now the only thing I'm lifting is this paper and my chin. [Hook] Ten to six on the dock, eight a.m. in the seat, Mama in the front row, she ain't sitting, she's on her feet, first one in the family with a name on a degree, every box that I lifted was a step up for me. [Verse 2] Cap on my head don't fit right, never had one before, cousins in the bleachers holding signs they made on the floor, Mama got the camera, she's been filming since the doors, battery on two percent, still yelling, "That one's ours." Little brother in the row behind, taking notes, he don't know it, but the road I paved is his now, all he gotta do is go show it. Even my old supervisor texted, "Proud of you, kid," I said, "Nah, we did it," 'cause the dock is where I lived. Walk across the stage, and the name they call is mine, every syllable pronounced right for the very first time. Ten to six, eight a.m., yeah, I did the math: the answer's in a frame on my mama's wall, and that's that. [Hook] Ten to six on the dock, eight a.m. in the seat, Mama in the front row, she ain't sitting, she's on her feet, first one in the family with a name on a degree, every box that I lifted was a step up for me.

Scrub-a-Dub Theo [Verse 1] The top teeth had some pizza, the top teeth had some pie, the top teeth had a pancake that was stacked up really high, brush 'em in a circle, wave the crumbs goodbye. [Chorus] Scrub, scrub, Theo, brush, brush, brush, teeth get nice and shiny when you don't rush. Count to ten on the left side, ten on the right, then spit in the sink and say good night. [Verse 2] The bottom teeth had noodles, the bottom teeth had rice, the bottom teeth had broccoli (well, maybe only twice), brush 'em in a circle, wave the crumbs goodbye. [Chorus] Scrub, scrub, Theo, brush, brush, brush, teeth get nice and shiny when you don't rush. Count to ten on the left side, ten on the right, then spit in the sink and say good night. [Verse 3] The back teeth are sneaky, they hide way in the back, say "ahhh" like a lion, now you're right on track, brush 'em in a circle, wave the crumbs goodbye. [Chorus] Scrub, scrub, Theo, brush, brush, brush, teeth get nice and shiny when you don't rush. Count to ten on the left side, ten on the right, then spit in the sink and say good night.