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Here at the truck stop earning my pay waiting on truck drivers both night and day
I can't complain they treat me fine
Meet them by the thousands
New York City, Queens borough be the backdrop
I bring it back to all the benches, need a blacktop
Big things, see me moving like a Sasquatch
Money,
and I still can't believe it
Our love fades and drifts away, stand by for the last refrain
The moving trucks are pulling up in our front yard

So this
by his truck. 
It's got scratches and dents, just like him. 
Come hell or high water gonna keep on rolling. 
You can tell a man by his truck, yes
funny, plowboy

(Sounds of a horse going neigh)

(Sung)
Well I'm a packing up my truck and I' m a head down south
Where real men packa lips with dips
smooth as glass, the sun is goin' down
A red seagull's blowin' by makin' one last lap around
Seems like yesterday I was sittin' on top of the world
I'm
cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids
You either lived on a farm or wish you did
Jesus always walked close by our side
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks
Cracked windshield that I super-glued
Crumpled-up cans and a beat up bag of Red Man chew
Fix-a-flat, Johnny Cash box set
Half a dozen parking
moving slow

I used to like to go to work, but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work, but there's no work here to be found
Yes, and they say
made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came
and filled up
With a red and black one at the Texaco
She hopped in your truck
Sang alone with one on the radio
Big red one going down
Feel like one in
a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came riding
red-blooded country boy's gotta love that
Some guys like a gal that's all dolled up
Uh huh, not me, I like a girl in a truck

She drives by, that's all I
soul in asking
One day she'd care for me

Red hair, raven hair gold like the sun
All of us in motion, moving on and on

And I was cast out on the ocean
In the summer, rock the vest set, Salmon Kani
Flex the three-quarter cream Fi's
We're summer seam G's, steamed red snapper, Vietnamese
Catch a case,
There's just one thing missing, baby, right about now

I need a sweet little somethin' like you got
Standing there red hot, tied up little tank top
Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got your whole block saying "True dat"
If only they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your soul for
moving like a steeplechase
MC soldiers, about face
Now step off, I need room for my takeoff
My custom made lyrics slays, yours are soft
I think you
Soft lights
Moving in darkness
Moving in patterns
Outlining life
Distant
Image of crystal
Like finger extending
Into the sea

East
just one thing missing, baby, right about now

I need a sweet little somethin' like you got
Standing there red hot, tied up little tank top
Looking like
they're not
So let's put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin' to you
Like a rope on a chain store
Throwing equipment
From a moving van
Grab
But they're not
So let's put boots
On the warehouse floor

Comin' to you
Like a rope on a chainstore
Throwing equipment
From a moving van
Grab
by one
I'll knock you out

Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt

There's people phonin' in
like the rapper,
Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got your whole block saying "True dat"
If only they knew that,
It was you who was
everything keeps a moving
And every bodies on the go
Well you don't find things that last anymore
Like a double woven Navajo

Ay, ay, ay Katie
Shades