A Pickup Truck, a Load of Yams and a Road Sign

I listen to country music.  Sometimes by choice but often on road trips because the driver gets the pick the music and my husband likes to drive more than I do.  (It's totally fair.)  
Listening to the songs, it seemed like fun to write my own.  So on the road to Wilmington on Saturday, I wrote these verses, inspired by a pickup truck, a load of yams and a road sign.  

Start strumming and see what you think: 

Chorus: 
Tooling down 40 with my load of yams 
Whistling and singing to my favorite jams 
Going to Wallace to deliver my load
Then on to the bar that's right down the road

Bartender Mindy is who I want to see
Love the way she winks, slides those beers to me 

Mindy's smart,  so pretty and nice 
Smells so sweet, just like cinnamon spice

Tooling down 40 with my load of yams 
Whistling and singing to my favorite jams 
Going to Wallace to deliver my load
Then on to the bar that's right down the road

For weeks now I've wanted to ask her out 
Shaved and showered I knew what I was about

 My heart beat faster as I enter the door 
Then a fat man says: "She don't work here no more"

Tooling down 40 with my load of yams 
Whistling and singing to my favorite jams 
Going to Wallace to deliver my load
Then on to the bar that's right down the road

Trudged back to the market to lend a hand to pa
And who did I see stacking yams next to ma?

Mindy winked,  said  "I'd hope you'd be along"
Pa pats my shoulder  "What took you so long?"

Tooling down 40 with my head in a whirl 
Whistling and singing with my favorite girl
Back from Wallace for another load
Rolling with Mindy, so happy on the road

Ready for the CMA's?