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