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
drive no rig
I don't need no car so you cry
Leave me alone leave me alone
I like your face you dig my eyes
Come on now honey try this for sighs
I
to dust
Let me run the wheels plumb up a Greyhound bus
You know I have been running these highways in this old rig for a long long time
And I have been
a
Big body lexy
That body be big big big
Two two three sound like you
Engine braking
On side of the rig rig rig
Im a go catch me a nigga
I fingered
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
As I was walking down the street,
Down the street, down the street,
Mia, my friend, I happened to meet;
Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho.
Rig a jig jig and away we
a-grinding (gears a-grinding)
'Fore I can get this rig turned back around (turned around)
And head back down the highway winding
Back towards the horses
You?
Why? Are we coming apart?
Rig a jig jig and away we go,
Away we go, away we go
Rig a jig jig and away we go,
Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho.
We clapped our
a four pot carb, you know
But Smokey's stroked and bored
Well, the chase was on, but I had the edge
With a rig that'll never fail
Got a CJ-5 with
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
If machines become our hands
And then our feet become the wheels
And then the wheels become the cars
And then the rigs begin to drill
Until
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
clapping
Like a big fool crawling
Like a rig tool falling
Like a back door squeaking
Like a crack whore tweaking
What is it like?
What is it like
of of steel
I was just looking for a happy meal
I parked my rig, and I went inside
They've never seen such a pretty bride
Jesse Jane,
Are you insane
cagar
Eu acho que eu caguei
cocô radioativo
será que eu me enganei
o bagulho tava vivo
do nada começou
a falar comigo
yeah
Cocôzin chernobyl
xig rig
raccoons or joggers
Well without breakin' stride or losin' poise
He said you and that rig sure make some noise
But I can't talk now cause I'm racin' against
Female Truck Driver
I'm a female truck driver
Drivin through your town in my rig
Suckin down a carton of cigs
18 wheels on my rig
Lookin for some
rings but it's not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
But the driver was missin'
The working class carries a country that has been rotting inside for years
The rigs cuffed my old man in the front yard I saw through my eyes of tears
highway
Lightless miles of big rigs
Lightless miles, miles and miles
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Drivin' a truck with my high heels on
My diesel rig is northward bound
It's time to put that hammer down
Just watchin' as the miles go flyin' by
""At kvadu ganga
Grænar brautir
Oflgan ok alldinn
As kunnigan
Rig stiganda.""
Rigr kunni peim rad at segia,
Reis hann upp padan, red; at sogna
things
From toys for the children to diamond rigs
Everyone exciting, and smiling in snow
I rather be under the '
With you and me'more anything
But
the weather!
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin'
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'!
You can keep your rig if you're thinkin' that I'd care to swap
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