| I stopped at a roadhouse in Texas
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| A little place called Hamburger Dan’s
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| I put some money in the jukebox
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| And played that truck drivin' man
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| Pour me another cup of coffee
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| For it is the best in the land
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| I put my money in the jukebox
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| And play That Truck Drivin' Man
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| The waitress she pour me some coffee
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| I thanked her but called her again
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| I said, «That ol' song sure does fit me
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| 'Cause I am a truck drivin' man»
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| Pour me another cup of coffee
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| For it is the best in the land
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| I put my money in the jukebox
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| And play That Truck Drivin' Man
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| I climbed back a board my old semi
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| And just like a flash I was gone
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| I got them big wheels a-rollin
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| I’m on my way to San Antone
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| Pour me another cup of coffee
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| For it is the best in the land
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| I put my money in the jukebox
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| And play That Truck Drivin' Man |