| I stopped at a roadhouse in Texas |
| A little place called Hamburger Dan’s |
| I heard that old jukebox a-playin' |
| A song about a truck drivin' man |
| So pour me another cup of coffee |
| For it is the best in the land |
| I’ll put a quarter in the jukebox |
| And play 'The Truck Drivin' Man' |
| The waitress then brought me some coffee |
| I thanked her an' called her back again |
| I said, «That song sure does fit me For I’m a truck drivin' man» |
| Yeah, pour me another cup of coffee |
| For it is the best in the land |
| I’ll put a quarter in the jukebox |
| And play 'The Truck Drivin' Man' |
| I climbed back aboard my old semi |
| And then like a flash I was gone |
| I got all them big wheels a-rollin' |
| Now I’m on my way to San Antone |
| So, pour me another cup of coffee |
| For it is the best in the land |
| I’ll put another quarter in the jukebox |
| And play 'The Truck Drivin' Man' |
| So, pour me another cup of coffee |
| For it is the best in the land |
| I’ll put a quarter in the jukebox |
| And play 'The Truck Drivin' Man' |
| And play 'The Truck Drivin' Man' |