That’s Truck Drivin’

Lyrics

Started shootin' the pinball and started to lie For a truck driver's job, I qualified I got the job and started up the road I got lost on the very first load But that's truck drivin' Well, I ask a man at a country store How to get on the route to Baltimore He spit his tobacco with a twisted smile Said, You have to go back about 25 mile But that's truck drivin' Well, I got back over on the right route I wound it up and let it all hang out Was almost through the Carolina state Looked at my watch and I was three hours late But that's truck drivin' A little farther up across the line I met some cowboy that give me the whine And I passed anothеr truck and a couple of cars At sixty mile an hour, run through radar But that's truck drivin' Well, thе trooper that stopped me, his face was frowned He stood 6 foot 6 and weighed 300 pound I couldn't get a break from that hard-boiled cop He hauled me off to the J.P. shop But that's truck drivin' I left the J.P. shop at a quarter to 5 Forgot I was over, on my drive I got to the scale at half past 9 And that's where I paid a big, big fine But that's truck drivin' I left the scales and went on up the road And I found the place I's supposed to unload The consignee there was grouchy and slow A pinball machine got the rest of my dough But that's truck drivin' I called my boss to send me 50 skins He cussed and he swore and says, Where you been? I need you back down this end of the road You oughta be leavin' here now with another load But that's truck drivin' Well, he made me mad when he cussed me out So I wound it up and I headed back south I took a few pills, was running too fast Got on the wrong road and hit a low underpass But that's truck drivin' When I got back home and pulled in the yard He cussed again and said, Boy, you fired Speakin' for myself, boys, that ain't bad luck I'd never get nowhere while drivin' a truck If that's truck drivin'