[Verse 1]
I got her letter in an old mail box
I forgot I had at a little truck stop
And I read it once and then I read it again
I could hardly keep from cryin'
I've been drivin' around the last week or so
With an empty truck, I don't have a load
And I don't care 'cause to tell you the truth
I think I might be dying
[Chorus]
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and west coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-Cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
[Verse 2]
At the side of the road he said, "You're a mess"
When I told him she didn't leave an address
Then he got another call, said, "Wait right here
I'll be back in a little while"
I put my head across my arms
Slept on the wheel for an hour or more
And I started it up and took off into the night
I got her letter in an old mail box
I forgot I had at a little truck stop
And I read it once and then I read it again
I could hardly keep from cryin'
I've been drivin' around the last week or so
With an empty truck, I don't have a load
And I don't care 'cause to tell you the truth
I think I might be dying
[Chorus]
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and west coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-Cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
[Verse 2]
At the side of the road he said, "You're a mess"
When I told him she didn't leave an address
Then he got another call, said, "Wait right here
I'll be back in a little while"
I put my head across my arms
Slept on the wheel for an hour or more
And I started it up and took off into the night
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