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Traveling, just rambling along on this lonely old road All my life, on this journey of mine; I've been carryin' a heavy load Still contemplating on my last trip, my mind's already full People can say, this life got my ***** to the wall Can't stop livin' this life, already miss my ***** My baby waiting at home, can't sleep on the wheel, or I'll end up in the ditch Hittin' seventy five, hopped on speed Singin' along with the radio, wishin' I had some more creed To look forward to a better life,but nothing can beat this Me and my rig, can you dig this Highway is a playground, this truck is my toy Back home, there who waits for me is my little boy Trucker hats, cop sunglasses, even a mullet can make it a full redneck gear Can't recall the last time I took some time off, must have been like 10 years Screaming past rural towns, honking at hot chicks in fast cars Every night, I'm a stranger at a run down bar Just lookin' at the pictures in my wallet To give up all this, hell no, I rather eat a bullet My baby, my dog, and my little boy's waitin' for me Freedom is my highway, this rig is my guiding light for me HELL YEA!!
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Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
Trucker's Anthem!!!
Traveling, just rambling along on this lonely old road All my life, on this journey of mine; I've been carryin' a heavy load Still contemplating on my last trip, my mind's already full People can say, this life got my ***** to the wall Can't stop livin' this life, already miss my ***** My baby waiting at home, can't sleep on the wheel, or I'll end up in the ditch Hittin' seventy five, hopped on speed Singin' along with the radio, wishin' I had some more creed To look forward to a better life,but nothing can beat this Me and my rig, can you dig this Highway is a playground, this truck is my toy Back home, there who waits for me is my little boy Trucker hats, cop sunglasses, even a mullet can make it a full redneck gear Can't recall the last time I took some time off, must have been like 10 years Screaming past rural towns, honking at hot chicks in fast cars Every night, I'm a stranger at a run down bar Just lookin' at the pictures in my wallet To give up all this, hell no, I rather eat a bullet My baby, my dog, and my little boy's waitin' for me Freedom is my highway, this rig is my guiding light for me HELL YEA!!
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Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
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