Bad Mother Trucker Eric Church

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[Verse 1]
She drove an '81 Peterbilt 18-wheeler
Jet black with pink mud flaps
It was a mean piece of metal with lightning in the pedal
Thunder comin' out the back

[Verse 2]
Them boys would chuckle when they saw her buckle
Herself in the captain's seat
Nobody was laughin' when she'd go to passin'
Smilin' at them real sweet

[Chorus]
She's hell on wheels where the road meets the rubber
A real gear jammer, a white line wonder
Yeah, you only get one and I wouldn't want another
'Cause mama was a bad mother trucker

[Refrain]
Bad mother, bad
Bad mother

[Verse 3]
Yeah, she was a bread winner, ain't no stoppin' her
Stayed shot out of a gun
Had me at a truck stop, just north of 40
In her cab on a Flagstaff run