Story Behind The Song

Written and recorded for 5th annual FAWM (February is Album Writing Month) posted at www.fawm.org

Song Description

Same as above.

Lyrics

Rollin' out of Texas like a bat outta hell
He is a demon with a CDL
Speed is the game, miles are the prize
With one arm tan and bloodshot eyes

Check your mirror, check it again
A big rig is rollin' up around the bend
Make a little room brother, don't be late
He's got the deed to this interstate

He'll leave you crawlin' like a newborn fool
You'd better make way for The Kingwood Mule
A rock and roll legend, catch him if you can
He's a bad mother**** truck drivin' man

Got a great big hat and a belly laugh
Tony Lama boots, size twelve and a half
Eats what he wants, drinks coffee by the quart
The State Police have never hauled him into court

He'll leave you crawlin' like a newborn fool
You'd better make way for The Kingwood Mule
A rock and roll legend, catch him if you can
He's a bad mother**** truck drivin' man

While you were sleeping in your motel bed
Ghosts were flying up and down the road ahead
Pedal to the floor
High gear, hammer down
There's a low and rolling thunder
On the outskirts of town

He's no apparition, He's a man on a mission
With 20 tons of produce out of San Antone
Get out the way brother, you better move
Here he comes, The Kingwood Mule

He'll leave you crawlin' like a newborn fool
You'd better make way for The Kingwood Mule
A rock and roll legend, catch him if you can
He's a bad mother**** truck drivin' man

Pedal to the floor
High gear, hammer down
There's a low and rolling thunder
On the outskirts of town
While you were sleeping in your motel bed
Ghosts were flying up and down the road ahead

The Kingwood Muley, Hey
The Kingwood Muley, Oh
the Kingwood Muley, Hey oh