Haulin'

Haulin', I'm haulin' Fort Smith to Louisville I'm gonna see my baby See my baby with time to kill Well, I'm flyin', flyin' No one on the road tonight My radar detector's not buzzin' No eighteen wheeler, not a cop in sight Got a little gig in Nashville Beat it back to Arkansas Followed me all the way to Little Rock Sayin' something I done was against the law So I'm haulin', haulin' Fort Smith to Louisville Gonna see my baby Gonna see my baby with time to kill So I'm haulin', haulin' I'm gonna get there Rollin' in the bluegrass of Kentucky I'm gonna get there V-8 slappin out real time Deeper than a 808 Leakin'red eye gravy from my manifold Spoutin' hot coffee from the boiler plate I'm chewin' up the road like biscuits Makin' all the time in the world Sun comes up and I'm crossin' Kentucky state line gonna see my girl She likes it early in the mornin' Like it in the evening too In between she don't mind it Just about any old time will do So I'm haulin', haulin' Fort Smith to Louisville I'm gonna see my baby See my baby with time to kill And I'm haulin', haulin' I'm gonna get there Rollin' in the green grass of Kentucky Yeah I'm gonna get there I tell her not to worry They couldn't pin nothin' on me Club owner short a hundred dollars I do it for fun, but I still gotta eat I cut him and I coasted through Conway Put him by the side of the road Made Fort Smith that evening Packed me a bag now I'm ready to go And I'm haulin', haulin' Fort Smith to Louisville I'm gonna see my baby Gonna see my baby with time to kill Flyin', flyin' I'm gonna get there Rolling in the green grass of Kentucky Oh, I'm gonna get there Flyin', flyin' I'm gonna get there Rolling in the green grass of Kentucky Oh, I'm gonna get there Yeah