Lyrics

TRUCKING DOWN THE HIGHWAY

By: Mike Cloonan, James Grubbs
Copyright 1984

VERSE 1
When I was a youngun? I watched the trucks go by,
Wishing I was old enough to drive.
Then the day it finally come, I bought me a big truck to run.
My ticket to freedom had arrived.

VERSE 2
I got a CB radio, a knife to match my belt with snake skin
boots and a billfold with ?chain drive.?
All I need now is a load, a map to show the way to go and
someone who will teach me how to drive.

CHORUS
And now I?m trucking down the highway
And the money ain?t enough
To go my bail and keep me out of jail.
And now the public service man and
That uncle they call SAM
and speed cops are staying on my tail.

VERSE 3
Well that truck stop food is poison, I wouldn?t feed a rat.
Somebody stole my knife, my
chain drive? broke.
The scale man got my snake skin boots, the mailman got my wife.
My American dreams all went up in smoke.

VERSE 4
Every mile that I drive they?re taxing me for two.
Every way I turn a hand is out.
A man who can?t fix his own car is writing up my truck
My American dream is turning into doubt.

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VERSE 5
Now I?ve got my education
I go around the scales
I beat the tax man every way I can.
The ?good buddies? in the ?pickle park? surround my truck at night
They?re the only ones who want to lend a hand.

REPEAT CHORUS