Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The House That Peterbilt , by - Clutch. Song from the album Clutch, in the genre Стоунер-рокRelease date: 17.04.1995
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
The House That Peterbilt |
| When I talk talk on the C.B. yeah I scare men. |
| My my tire knockers rock the parking lot quite a lot yeah. |
| Rolled along 40 and roared down 10, |
| Released my cargo around the Big Bend. |
| I always take my time, |
| A maverick moonminer sipping sunshine. |
| Hauled ass to Memphis, I spoke to the Pharoah. |
| He told me his dreams, I counted the sparrows. |
| Steve McQueen’s got nothing on me, |
| I take you back west of Pleiades. |
| If you want someone to talk to, |
| Well I’m your man. |
| I’ve seen it all, |
| And I know where you live. |
| High time honey, hell yeah, watcha know, I’m back again, yeah. |
| Roll Roll down highways with a vengeance, yeah. |
| I never ever sweated for the fortune and fame game. |
| Nevertheless, I’m flying down the left lane. |
| I always pay my dues, |
| So sit your ass down, and I’ll show you how they used to. |
| If you want someone to talk to, |
| Well I’m your man. |
| I’ve seen it all, |
| And I know where you live. |
| A preacher, a trucker, a highroller, |
| A holy roller preacher rolling trucker. |
| A preacher, a trucker, a highroller, |
| A holy roller preacher rolling trucker. |