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Haunted Mound hackledown on 'em In my Peterbilt past the landfill You gon' get killed ha-Ha-Ha-Hauntaholics Real haunted Mound Rolling round
I got a Peterbilt pipe dream, low drag high speed I can haul 'em any which way Call my truck 'Sweet Anne' 'cause if she was a man Hell I reckon
Tô na Tô na high way Peterbilt carregado acelerando mais uma vez to dando milha pra Vocês, soltando fogo outra vez de quadrado na high way, mas
Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Mama ran off with a trucker Peterbilt Peterbilt He is making her give life another stab
Won cause, grey-coated Copeland men prevail Fire at will The electric sound of catching limbs A Peterbilt's chains on gravel Circle wagons, settler
too many lonely nights When the highway comes to be the way of life Seems like about the time I'm gettin' near I'm goin' Hear that Peterbilt whine
His home away from home is in The house that Peterbilt I love a man with 18 wheels I love a man with 18 wheels He just called from Baton Rouge One more
ਰੋਕ Peterbilt ਚੱਲੇ Peter Scotch ਹੋਕੇ ਸਖਤ ਪੈਣਾ ਏ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਡੱਕਣਾ ਕਿਹੜੇ week ਕਿੰਨੇ ਘੰਟੇ ਚੱਲਿਆ truck ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲਗਦਾ ਹਿਸਾਬ ਪੈਣਾ ਰੱਖਣਾ ਹੋ, ਰੋਕ Peterbilt ਚੱਲੇ Peter
Я приду за тобой сука В руке полуавтоматы, не курил бы с тобой дуби, Damn, Damn И я ща на Peterbilt’е Она хочет побазарить по FaceTime’y,
Honk If You Honky tonk Truck Driver There's a peterbilt truck driver down in Texas And he loves that Texas honkytonk style He burns up the Texas
I been eyeing up a coal mine baby I been eyeing up a Peterbilt truck and I been listening to the radio sometimes And it's making my backbone wilt
the system Breadwinner fly and I'm goin' out gangsta Gold mouth dawg and your homeboy fakin' Breadwinner landlord, need another favor Peterbilt
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
Peterbilt drivers don't pick up low riders They don't slow for the curves in the road They hate to keep logs, they hate riders on hogs Watch out
I been eyeing up a coal mine baby I been eyeing up a Peterbilt truck and I been listening to the radio sometimes And it's making my backbone wilt
a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life. We woke up the chickens. Well, we roared up offa that shoulder sprayin' pine cones,
mirrors. The barber chair was a Peterbilt...Barber walked in; he was huge, seven feet tall, three hundred pounds of spring steel and rawhide wearin' a hard
underneath the sun I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed See I'm a Mack, I'm a truck But I'm Peterbilt I am the Trucker and my ego's large I'm the K
guilt Never did get this litre milk I ran away trucking 'cause I could tell they were Peterbilt No way I give her the God (no) Nosey hoes, we don't
reindeer Eighteen wheels in the sky Air born overdrive We gave three point one billion toys away In a Peterbilt sleigh He jumped out and down a chimney Then
He's got a sunburn on his left arm From hanging out a Peterbilt window Got a wife and three kids on the farm He's driving just as fast as he
a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life. We woke up the chickens. Well, we roared up offa that shoulder sprayin' pine cones,
a joy ride to a magical place Waitin' in line like "truckers welcome" diners With dirt lots full of Peterbilts, Kenworths, Jimmy's and the like,
to me? Cause I'm lonely) (I want to play with you baby) Yeah.. I used to roll, with girls, down the road Mack trucks caused country Peterbilts
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