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he can.

White cups and coffee, Lord yea 
Its all that he needs 
And he's all right by me 
Truck drivin' man 
Truck on 
Truck driver 
Shift
cups and coffee, lord yea
Its all that he needs
And he's all right by me
Truck drivin' man
Truck on
Truck driver
Shift your gears

He's got
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock

People said John was a slacker cause
My pappy said son you gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln

Have you heard the story about the hot rod race
man's body
She's like music
She's my soul

The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up
The Soul Cadillac is in me
Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck
By
ridin, truck drivin, law abidin
Primitive man
I hope you won't be offended
If we just go fishin
At that little bend on Crenshaw creek
Then head out
Still chased by the devil that I'm leavin' behind
And so I'm

Drivin' to Kalifornia
I'm drivin' to Kalifornia

Got a full tank of gas and I
of the side.
Feel the tension.  Man!  What a ride!
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly!"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by.

Now all
him, thought I could pass
Don't ya know by then we'd be low on gas

Went around a corner, side-swiped the side
You could feel the tension man what
I'm up and out the door before the sun comes up
Spillin' coffee, banging gears in my pickup truck
Racing every red light, getting to the jobsite
him, I thought I could pass.
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?

We had flames comin' from out of the side.
Feel the tension. Man! What a ride!
I
she's a dirt road rider.

You can tell a man by his truck, 
F one fifty painted on the fender. 
Gun rack rattling in the window,
You can tell a man
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
him, I thought I could pass.
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?

We had flames comin' from out of the side.
Feel the tension. Man! What a ride!
I
I can't say just how it began
Drivin' across the western sand
Something I could not understand
Overcome by this Lentenland

Drive into a Red Sun
bitch in this car, man
[ Willie D ]
Oh boy, that's misdemeanor shit
I'm on that other level
[ DJ REDDY RED ]
Fuck you mean by the other level shit, man?
[
("drivin' round")
Blue flags, red flags, different gangs
Og's still outside, it never change
Mcdonald's, chinese food, a thousand chains
I'm just trynna
("drivin' round")
Blue flags, red flags, different gangs
Og's still outside, it never change
Mcdonald's, chinese food, a thousand chains
I'm just trynna
of the side.
Feel the tension. Man! What a ride!
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly!"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by.

Now all
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
shots,
But they wouldn't back down.

All I remember is sirens,
Blue lights flashin' and drivin',
Dirt lane passin' and flyin',
Tearin' through the red
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
him, I thought I could pass.
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?

We had flames comin' from out of the side.
Feel the tension. Man! What a ride!
I
when he grabbed me by the arm and said...

"Don't look now your momma's got her boobs out showing everybody in town."
Faces turnin' red we were wishin we
on a sleeper of pink
Ah ha this Mack's a dandy some kinda truck they think
In my truck drivin' boots I stand about five foot tree

But don't let this size