Lyrics

I got eighteen wheels and three good reasons to drive
In times like these you need a damn good job to survive
I got a wife who's afflicted with really good taste
And a kid that wants to go to Notre Dame
I have a mom I had to put in a nursing home
I stop by every night but she don't even know my name
I got eighteen wheels and three good reasons to drive

In the morning I head on down to the Port of LA
Then I wait, wait, wait for a load that I can haul away
It might be furniture from Vietnam
Or car parts out of Japan
I see a lot of stuff from Taiwan these days
I don't care what it is I just get it when I can
I got eighteen wheels and three good reasons to drive

I want the wife to never lose her faith in me
I want the kid to always have hope
And my wish for my mom is simple charity
Though sometimes I need the patience of a Pope
Whoa, whoa, whoa, my bones are tired
Whoa, whoa, so is my soul
I'm hungry and thirsty and frazzled and wired
There's so much I just can't control

Late at night I sit on my porch with a beer
And wonder what the Good Lord had in mind when he put us down here
I got a pretty nice view of the water below
From my bungalow in Signal Hill
All the ships coming in and ships going out
We're just like those containers, man, we all got lives to fill
I got eighteen wheels and three good reasons to drive
I got eighteen wheels and three good reasons to drive
I got eighteen wheels and three good reasons to drive
I got eighteen wheels and three good reasons to drive