| Well my truck’s wound up and it’s ready to roll
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| I got a good buddy workin' for the Highway Patrol
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| So if I get a ticket or two, It’s gonna be alright
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| But the sheriff and his boys they’re in Estilline
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| Unless they’re out to lunch at the Dairy Queen
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| They’ll be itchin' to turn on those red, white, and blue
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| Lights
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| Well just like my daddy I was born a drifter
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| I got a rebel heart and eight — ball shifter
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| Horns on the hood and forty channel CB
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| Well some things you never leave home without
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| Like your Bible, log book, and your drivin' route
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| And your Best Of Dale Watson on CD
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| Cause I’m a diesel drivin' daddy
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| Don’t you get in my lane
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| Puttin' the pedal to the medal
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| Bringin' eighteen wheels of pain
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| I’ve been in love
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| Broke some hearts
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| Settled down long enough to replace the parts
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| Kicked a little
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| Asphalt along the way
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| There’s a lonely life livin' on the road
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| When the only friend you’ve got is the radio
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| And even he fades in and out every now and then
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| But maybe someday you’ll find the right one
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| That’ll shift the gears and let ya ride shotgun
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| Knows how to get that big ole rig to spin
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| I’m a panhandlin' manhandlin'
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| Post holin' high rollin' dust bowlin' daddy
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| I ain’t got no blood in my veins
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| I just got them four lanes
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| Of hard Amarillo highway
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| Up and down that honky tonkin' highway |