Hot Wheels

Lyrics

Well, I hit the open highway, and I smell that diesel burnin' There's a cloud of smoke behind me, and I can feel them hot wheels turnin' I got a woman in every town, but that don't slow me down 'Cause I've got hot wheels, and I'm a truck-drivin' son-of-a-gun I got U.S. Royal along my feet and a diesel in my chest And the only reason I stop at all is just to get a little peace and rest They know that I ain't a-jokin' when they see them twin stacks smokin' 'Cause I've got hot wheels, and I'm a truck-drivin' son-of-a-gun Them twenty-two twelve-plies are singin', and that big engine's keepin' time Takin' littlе white pills to keep me awake and pushin' on down thе line I ain't much at sayin' goodbye, but I can leave 'em satisfied I've got-a hot wheels, and I'm a truck-drivin' son-of-a-gun I come a-wheelin' down the rain-soaked highway, and there's a railroad crossin' just ahead There's a freight train screamin' out a warnin', and that light's a-flashin' red And that asphalt's as slick as clay, and I never learned how to pray But I've got hot wheels, and I'm a truck-drivin' son-of-a-gun I slam the brakes, haulin' twenty ton, and them nine-hundreds start to slide I can see that crate just ain't gonna stop when I open this throttle wide There's a slim chance I can make it, but it's a chance and I'm gonna take it 'Cause I've got hot wheels, and I'm a truck-drivin' son-of-a-gun I see that brakeman cringe, the engineer's makin' that whistle roar This big ol' rig's givin' all she's got, a man couldn't ask for more If we wind up in a tie, there's gonna be a lotta women cry 'Cause I've got hot wheels, and I'm a truck-drivin' son-of-a-gun That freight train plowed into me, cold steel grindin' into my back But them hot wheels kept on spinnin' for three miles down the track Now I'm goin' on to glory, but that ain't the end of my story 'Cause I've got hot wheels, and I'm a truck-drivin' son-of-a-gun Well, I drove right up to the gates of Hell, and the Devil shook my hand He said, I've heard all about you, son; you know, you're my kinda man There's a truckload of women inside, and I can't keep 'em satisfied Get your hot wheels rollin', you truck-drivin' son-of-a-gun Yeah, get them hot wheels rollin', you truck-drivin' son-of-a-gun Heh-heh ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha heh, get your hot wheels rollin', son Heh-heh-heh, yeah bring on another truckload Heh-heh ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Yeah, get your hot wheels rollin' Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha