Lyrics:
on our gowns and a truck brought loads of hay
And out of the fog flew a rubber baby
And we opened up the ground and shaped the straw and clay
And out
The constellations ebb and flow there
And witness our home on the range
Who ran the iron horse? (Truck drivin' man, do what you can)
Who ran the iron horse?
Makin' parts to go to outer space, a train load of people
They were aimin' for another place, out of town people
There's a man in the window with a big
When the last decrepit factory has
Dumped it's final load
Of toxic waste into the
Water supply and shipped
It's last badly manufactured,
was
Daylight time for bag man
To carry home his heavy load of nothing
Daylight time for bag man
To carry home his heavy load of nothing
Try
Let's talk about the cash
Not the fake stuff
My nigga I need a truck load
Truck load for my problems
Truck load for my mama
Truck load for my drip
Truck Driver, Truck Driver
Back up and get a load of this
I know you've tried oral
But have you ever tried a fist?
You travel state to state
All
Daddy you can load the rifles up
We're gonna load them dogs on the pickup truck
And head out to Calhoon County and catch us a 'coon
But I ain't been
it in reverse, let daddy load it up
Honey, back that thing up
If you gonna work a farm you gotta learn to drive a truck
Honey, back that thing up
some jewelry
And they dress like the motherfuckin' part
They wanna be the rappers and shit
Like, cut it out
We the professionals, son
We
AND SEEK I'VE BEEN DRIVIN' LIKE I'M STRUCK BY LIGHTNIN' I THINK ABOUT YOU AND I START TO SPEED I MIGHT AS WELL BE PLAYIN' WITH MATCHES AND A TRUCK LOAD
road
And the load of life is heavy
But me an' this good ol' truck
We gonna take it
Through the wind an' rain an' thunder
'Til the stormy skies
Beautiful Teamsters, please let me join.
Can't drive a truck, but I'm willing to loin.
Beautiful Teamsters, I love youse all.
That's why I'm
Me and my, uh, mother and father
And a grandmother and grandfather
Were driving through the desert, at dawn
And a truck load of Indian workers had
His tail-lights flickered as he pulled up to the truck stop
The same old crowd was hanging out again tonite
He said fill up my tank while I go check
it all began
Get back to the country
Back in the barn again.
Now when we hit the road
Big buses and trucks unload
After the curtain falls
Load up
Well I pulled out of Georgia with a ten ton load
I'm headin' down the cold stone that black topper road
Looked out the window at the sky up above
a factory full of people
Makin' parts to go to outer space, a train load of people
They were leavin' for another place, out of town people
Yeah, yeah
roads, choose it
Life or death, you wi lose it, which is it
Your house, get truck, move it
Sharp sword, Ak, part chrome, part board
Set pon back road
why because,
[Chorus]
The ghetto is a part of my religion(the only thing my eyes can see)
The only thing my eyes can see(and I tell you there
why because,
[Chorus]
The ghetto is a part of my religion(the only thing my eyes can see)
The only thing my eyes can see(and I tell you there
expectin' you
Oh, look who's back from town
My old truck could not compare to his Mercedes
Did it humble you when you rode back on that Greyhound
You
picket fence and house to make love
Two kids and a dog named Doug
Thanksgiving dinner, snow fast in the winter
Keys to the truck, crib and the car
Add
Coming to you on a dusty road
Good loving, I got a truck load
And when you get it, you got something
Don't worry, 'cause I'm coming
I'm a soul
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