A work of fantasy, where Owen meets a girl who is happy to not only tolerate all of his idiosyncrasies, but actively embrace them. He doesn’t have to do any of the heavy lifting here. She simply appears and wants to go with him because he’s a real country boy with large tires on his truck and a spit cup for his chew.
Usually, we hear a young guy with a thin voice singing a song like this with too much intensity, making an implausible situation sound completely impossible. But thankfully, Owen actually sounds like a guy who would have a big truck with a spit cup in it. His confident vocal betrays no eager excitement, just a cool and collected acceptance of the situation. Of course she wants to go with me, it says, and she’s welcome to do so, as long as she doesn’t get in the way of my spit cup.