Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Calling All Trucks, artist - Tim Hicks.
Date of issue: 26.02.2021
Song language: English
Calling All Trucks |
Four by fours, rev 'em on up |
A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust |
Backroads are calling, calling all trucks |
I know a place where ain’t no car can go |
Just a winding beat-up sweet old stretch of a road |
Ain’t no stop signs, ain’t got no white lines |
It’s a let’s get down, all round, wanna have a good time |
So all you thrillbillies living in the hillies |
Get loud, come on now, are you with me? |
Four by fours, rev 'em on up |
A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust |
Riding low, black diamond chrome |
Jacked up, mud flaps, hands out the window |
Pedal down, spinning those tires |
Rubber on dirt, hearts on fire |
Kicking up, ripping up dust |
Backroads are calling, calling all trucks |
Damn this front seat, man, one sure looks sweet |
You little kitty sitting pretty right next to me |
It’s gonna get good, this lead foot’s ready to go |
So buckle on up and crank up the radio |
Let’s kick it, full throttle, grab a full bottle |
Raise 'em on up, everybody holler |
Four by fours, rev 'em on up |
A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust |
Riding low, black diamond chrome |
Jacked up, mud flaps, hands out the window |
Pedal down, spinning those tires |
Rubber on dirt, hearts on fire |
Kicking up, ripping up dust |
Backroads are calling, calling all trucks |
Yeah, calling all trucks |
Call up the crew, spread the word |
Let’s go flying like a free bird |
Four by fours, rev 'em on up |
A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust |
Riding low, black diamond chrome |
Jacked up, mud flaps, hands out the window |
Pedal down, spinning those tires |
Rubber on dirt, hearts on fire |
Kicking up, ripping up dust |
Backroads are calling, calling all trucks |
Calling all trucks |
Call up the crew, spread the word |
Let’s go flying like a free bird |