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well, my cb handle’s sleazy weasel
got a heavy foot, and i smell like diesel
eighteen wheels and a concrete slab
cb in stereo in my cab

i’m diggin’ the scene driven coast_to_coast
livin’ the life i love the most
there’s always trouble in my sp_ce
somebody’s always in my face
while i’m truckin’

hey, gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go
gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go
gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go
gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go

now, the dot, and the smokies too
there’s nothin’ but trouble in my rearview
blue lights, red lights, all of them scales
i got a million hard tales

55, 65, 75, too
my logbook’s behind and my load’s overdue
well, i sneak a little pedal everytime i can
don’t mean no harm, i’m a family man
dit
hey, gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go
gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go
gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go
gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go

look out, i’m comin’ through
80,000 pounds of flyin’ saucer, man
right down the middle of the slab

(hey man, who you drive for?)
uh, “we_shaft_u trucklines”
(well, they got a good pay_scale, man?)
naw
(well, they got good insurance, man?)
naw
(well, they got good mileage pay, man?)
naw
(hey, they got good layover pay, man?)
naw
(they got good equipment, man?)
no
(well hey man, why don’t you quit?)
well i would, but i love truckin’
10_4

now, i keep truckin’ every day
i jam them gears and then i pray
that i get home both safe and sound
24 hours, then i turn around
i crank my big rig up in the rain
head for the terminal once again
load of beer goin’ to big d
and the dispatcher says “good luck” to me
while i’m truckin’
to the big apple with a load of fruit
i’m diggin’ the waitress––boy, she’s cute
i gulp cold coffee and then i’m gone
five hours late and i gotta move on
construction everywhere i aim my rig
i’m stuck in the mud like a mama pig
don’t n0body care, it seems
what happened to all my truckin’ dreams
while i’m truckin’?

snowstorm, icestorm, drivin’ rain
my billfold’s always in great pain
profit_line is thin as thread
and sometimes i wish i was dead
got steady hands that’s glued to the wheel
everybody says i got a good deal
mama and the kids, they need new shoes
but i think i got the truckin’ blues
but i’m truckin’

hey, gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go
gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go
gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go
gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta go

so leave me alone man, i gotta fly
push this rig till the day i die
born with diesel in my veins
got a rubber soul and pizza for brains
but i’m truckin’
yeah
got my foot through the floor
watchin’ that white line
and all them fence posts flyin’ by
and them telephone poles
them exit signs
119, 120, 121 … 187?
187? i musta fell asleep, ha_ha_ha
hey, gimme a break
i sure didn’t like the last one
yeah, ha_ha

- buck truck

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