Lyrics:
Running my rig around ninety-five,
Rockin' and rollin' in overdrive
My heart's beating like a jackhammer,
It's the midnight ride for the gear jammer
the Atchison, Topeka & the Santa Fe
Here she comes (oooh)
Hey Jim you better get the rig (oooh)
She's got a list of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
When up beside me pulled down a brand new diesel rig
Both stacks of blowin' black coal
And as she pulled around and back in front of me
A big ole lump
days on the road, and I'm gonna make it home tonight
My rig's a little old, but that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame from her stack and is blowing
rig en dronning til Dannemark
Du bede godt for de fattige enker
Som faderløse børn skulle føde
Du bede godt for de fattige fanger
Lad dem i tårnet ej
on fast tonight
Long strips of rubber that you see
Were burned off of this rig by the likes of me
And they'll ride along the highways in this land
I'm
book's way behind
But nothin' bothers me tonight I can dodge all the scales alright
Six days on the road and I'm a gonna make it home tonight
Well my rig's
see, all his eyes could see
Was the stares from all those around him
He ran out to the lot and climbed into his rig
And drove off without tightening
the scales all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Well my rig's a little old but that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame
of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me weed, whites and wine
And you show me a sign
I'll
as when I kiss you
Every time I go
No matter what the distance
I gotta turn this rig
Right back around
Cause I ain't trying this
Love is
You know
(Bridge)
Darkskin niggas comin back at ya (comin back at ya)
Im a legit bitch im swerving in that Acura (in that Acura) Smoking on that pretty rig?? I'm
When up beside me pulled down a brand new diesel rig
Both stacks of blowin' black coal
And as she pulled around and back in front of me
A big ole lump
the scales all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Well my rig's a little old but that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame
a change in the weather.
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'
You c'n keep your rig if you're thinkin' 'at I'd
this rig from Tennessee
When a voice cut through the static, bringing comfort home to me
They were singing
I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me
I worked the rigs from three to midnight
On the Corpus Christi Bay
I'd get off and drink till daylight
Sleep the morning away
I had a plan
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
all them scales all right
Six days on the road and now I'm gonna make it home tonight
Well my rig's a little low, but that don't mean she's slow
truck was Giddyup go
Today I was barrelin' down old 66
When up beside me pulled down a brand new diesel rig
Both stacks of blowin' black coal
RAM
RAM slot, never filled
Built a rig, close to a mil
Could have bought a house, built a deck
Instead I have a marble desk
National hacker tech
Every
denne sang på P3 tusind gange
Og jeg' stinkende rig, hør du bare
Fuck ham og fuck dig
Alle ved, at karma kommer altid tilbage (Uh)
Åh-åh,
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