Mother Trucker

Lyrics
I met her at a bar in Austin, Texas I was playin' in a three-piece band She was lean and mean, wearin' tight-fittin' jeans With a bottle of tequila in her hand For five years, we'd married forever Just a-drinkin' and a-fightin' every day Till that truck-drivin' school in Nashville, Tennessee Stole her cold heart away She's a lean, mean mother trucker She got truck-drivin' in her soul She's a lean, mean, mother-truckin' machine Roll, mother trucker, roll Roll, mother trucker, roll I was lookin' for somethin' to write on When the divorce papers come So I flipped 'em over on the back side And wrote down this truck-drivin' song When you hear the hum of the highway Where the rubber meets the road You may see ol' Vicki in a baby-blue rig Haulin' off another load Haulin' off another load She's a lean, mean mother trucker She got truck-drivin' in her soul She's a lean, mean, mother-truckin' machine Roll, mother trucker, roll Roll, mother trucker, roll
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Credits
- Writers
- Billy Joe Shaver
- David Waddell