| I stopped at a roadhouse in Texas
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| A little place called Hamburger Dan
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| I heard that old jukebox started playin'
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| THe song about a 'Truck Drivin' Man'
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| Well the waitress then brought me some coffee
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| And I thanked her and called her again
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| I said, «That old song there 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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| And put another nickel in the jukebox
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| And play that 'Truck Drivin' Man'
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| And I climbed back aboard my old semi
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| Again like a flash I was gone
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| I heard them old truck wheels start rollin'
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| I’m on my way down to San Antone
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| Oh so, pour me another cup of coffee
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| For it is the best in the land
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| And put another nickel in the jukebox
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| We gonna play a little 'Truck Drivin' Man'
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| Almost play that 'Truck Drivin' Man'
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| Come on and play that 'Truck Drivin' Man' |