|Photo: P D Tillman|
There is something about a truck.
I started driving the hay truck when I was nine—when I could reach the pedals. It was bigger than a pickup truck, but not as big as a semi.
I’d steer the thing between two rows of hay bales while my parent walked along, picked up the bales, and threw them on the truck.
It was old, and the color that a truck gets when all the finish has worn off the paint.
Moore almost couldn’t believe it when this single went gold. He told Billboard "I can't hardly wrap my head around it. You get so used to things not going your way that when they finally do, you think someone is playing a joke on you."