Lyrics

VERSE 1
my kid brother turned into a trucker
broke out the box of the 9 to 5
with a 3-ton dualie, some mudflap cuties
and a hat that sez "i live to drive"
known as the hippy, he's the hippest of the trippers
if it fits on the truck he'll make it ride
iron to corpus christi, pipe to kansas city
look out boyz, here come the overdrive

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give him a minute to sleep and he'll set that old creeper in gear
he's got a schedule to keep and hell's half acre to clear
he's a shift stickin piston packer, buckin on the horse he rode in on
a rubber bubba, a bad mothertrucker,,
he's a lucky striking sucker--King of the Open Road!

VERSE 2
the asphalt's hot, the cabin cool,
stereo loud enough to rock the dead
but there's a low low shoulder, a van rolled over
in a three-car smasher just up ahead
when hippy hits the brakes, his load goes to shakin
this hairpin curve's gonna be his last
he works wheel like let's make a deal
yells, "oh hell mary" as he slides on past

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