Well my truck's wound up and it's ready to roll I got a good buddy workin' for the Highway Patrol So if I get a ticket or two, It's gonna be alright
But the sheriff and his boys they're in ??? Unless they're out to lunch at the Dairy Queen They'll be itchin' to turn on those red, white, and blue lights
Well just like my daddy I was born a drifter I got a rebel heart and eight - ball shifter Horns on the hood and forty channel CB Well some things you never leave home without Like your Bible, log book, and your drivin' route And your Best Of Dale Watson on CD
Cause I'm a diesel drivin' daddy Don't you get in my lane Puttin' the pedal to the medal Bringin' eighteen wheels of pain I've been in love Broke some hearts Settled down long enough to replace the parts Kicked a little ass Fought along the way There's a lonely life livin' on the road When the only friend you've got is the radio And even he fades in and out every now and then But maybe someday you'll find the right one (Everyone I'm sorry, but I can't understand a word he says on this line) Knows how to get that big ole rig to spin
Chorus
I'm a panhandlin' manhandlin'
Post holin' high rollin' dust bowlin' daddy I ain't got no blood in my veins I just got them four lanes
Of hard Amarillo highway Chorus Up and down that honky tonkin' highway They end the song by playing these chords pretty quick, so just use barre chords. I apologize for some of the lyrics...I know they're off a little. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
