Lyrics:
going down
'Til the sun comes up
Ain't givin' in
'Til they get enough
Going 'round the world
In a pickup truck
Ain't goin' down
'Til the sun comes
I stopped at a roadhouse in Texas
A little place called Hamburger Dance
I heard that old jukebox playing
A song about a truck driving man
Pour me
the windows up
Now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' deeply
And there's a fume
In this truck
And I don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
There's
Turn down that highway. Turn up that dirt road.
Well, It's over three days since I left Houston.
Ole Black's my truck's name.
She's held together
the sun
She's got it revved up, rocking, ready to run
And someday soon, I'm gonna climb right up
Take a little ride in her big ol' truck
She's got
The scene was a small roadside cafe
The waitress was sweeping the floor
Two truck-drivers drinking their coffee
And two okie-kids by the door
How
Moonshine on
Pick up truck
Moonshine on
the sweetest sound these ears have ever known
It's just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comfort and a truck that's goin' back home
Oh it's goin'
Gotta buy my paw a truck
'Cause he got totally too fucked up
He got so drunk he got in a fight
And then he stole my redneck ride
I gotta buy my
Can you name the truck with four wheel drive,
smells like a steak and seats thirty-five..
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Well, it goes real slow with
the same beer
From different corner stores
I'm out here ridin' my roads
And you're out there ridin' yours
But we're all in the same truck
Headed down
Pull up in a porsche truck
Pull up in a porsche truck
Pull up in a porsche truck
Pull up in a porsche truck
He'll have a truck instead of reindeer
To carry him on his way
Cause the weatherman had some problems
He couldn't get snow you see
Santa's gonna
feeling alive
Now the sun's coming up
I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeways, cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade
And I lead the parade
Just
Parked inside the lay-by
Their destination can wait
Dancing in the moonlight
The truck-driver and his mate
Acting out of compulsion
After
feeling alive
Now the sun's coming up
I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeways, cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade
And I lead the parade
Just
Salt truck, salt truck, clear my path
All my dreams have frozen fast
I want roads that I can drive on
I want a love I can rely on
Salt truck, salt
And dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up
Ain't givin' in 'til they get enough
Going 'round the world in a pickup truck
Ain't
across the blue skies
Straight in a straight line
You can't get here fast enough
Find a truck and fire it up
Lean on the gas and off the clutch
grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas' don't let your babies grow up
Truck love! Right here!
Truck love! Right now!
Bewitched by pure power. That's truck love!
In the gully of your choice. Truck love!
Jam-up
Buy a Bentley Truck, Buy Buy A Bentley Truck, BUY IT
Buy a Bentley Truck, Buy Buy a Bentley Truck, BUY IT
Buy a Bentley Truck, Buy Buy A Bentley
(Feelin' tired and weary from my head down to my shoes
Feelin' tired and weary from my head down to my shoes
Got a low down feelin' truck driver's
on the sun
My truck's hid in the back yard so come here and give me some
Said lady, that's the way
You've gotta rock me when he's gone
You make me feel
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