| You know, a lot of folk stop at truckstops,
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| They just naturally think they should.
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| Well, they figure any place that a truck driver eats,
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| The food’s just gotta be good.
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| So they go there, amongst all them truckers,
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| Sittin' an' talkin' about their loads;
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| Talkin' 'bout women, an' stuff like that,
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| An' how fast them trucks’ll go.
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| There’s a little old place on I-76,
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| Where a lot of them drivers stop an' get their kicks,
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| Reckless eye-balling this waitress they got,
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| Called Flo.
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| Now there’s always a bunch an' they’re a-hangin' out,
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| Just cuttin' up an' talkin' about,
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| How she wiggles when she walks an' stuff like that,
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| An' how fast them trucks’ll go.
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| It’s a wonder a fella can sit down and eat,
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| His ham an' eggs or his bread an' meat,
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| With a good lookin' woman like that around,
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| On the go.
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| First thing you know, you start to fidget an' fussin',
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| Nudgin' one another instead of discussin',
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| Just how she wiggles when she walks an' stuff like that,
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| An' how fast them trucks’ll go.
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| Well, old Flo just takes it all in stride,
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| An' swells all up with her woman pride:
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| She’s tickled all plum pink y’all come in,
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| Just to see her show.
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| Yeah, she throws in an little extra little wiggle in her walk,
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| An' you just sit there an' grin an' gawp,
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| About home-made lovin' an' stuff like that,
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| An' how fast them trucks’ll go.
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| Now I can’t explain it, how it makes you feel,
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| But you tip her five bucks on a two dollar bill.
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| Get yourself an' start headin' out,
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| Kinda slow.
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| When you’re pushin' that deisel on down the line,
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| An' you get to thinkin' 'bout the woman you’ve left behind,
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| How she wiggles when she walks an' stuff like that,
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| An' just how fast them trucks’ll go.
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| Ah, them trucks’ll go a little faster,
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| When you get to thinkin' 'bout that woman you’ve left behind.
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| Goodbye officer an' Smokey.
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| Just how fast will them trucks go? |