GEAR BUSTIN' SORT OF FELLER

Five hundred miles to Memphis Tennessee
How in the (beep) am I gonna make it there by three?
You'd better move over when you hear this diesel beller

I'm a double-clutchin', scale-jumpin',
Mile-makin', tail-gatin',
Cop-dodgin', line-crossin',
Coffee-drinkin', pin-ballin',
Jack-knifin', part-timin',
Wind-jammin', late-runnin',
Gear-bustin', sort of a feller

There's a pretty little waitress at a truck stop in Birmingham,
But I went away and that really throws a monkey wrench in her plans.
It's really gonna break her heart when I have to tell her "next time, baby"

I'm a double-clutchin', scale-jumpin',
Mile-makin', tail-gatin',
Cop-dodgin', line-crossin',
Coffee-drinkin', pin-ballin',
Jack-knifin', part-timin',
Wind-jammin', late-runnin',
Gear-bustin', sort of a feller

That siren holdin' me up half an hour
He's a pokin' along with two-hundred-eighty horsepower.
You'd better mover over when you hear this diesel beller,
'Cause

I'm a double-clutchin', scale-jumpin',
Mile-makin', tail-gatin',
Cop-dodgin', line-crossin',
Coffee-drinkin', pin-ballin',
Jack-knifin', part-timin',
Wind-jammin', late-runnin',
Gear-bustin', sort of a feller

Dad-blame sightseers, get off the road! I gotta be in Atlanta by 8:30.
What's that man doin' on a tractor? You son of Saturday afternoon drivers!
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