Driver

Eighteen wheels are hummin' along
This big 450 sings a real sad song
My woman said you got a choice you run or stay
If I stay how the hell do I earn my pay
Me and big Bertha well we've been like one
Been heavy truckin' son of a guns
We'd sweat and swear and stay awake
That woman thinks that truckin' is a piece of cake

So here we are out a truckin' again
Mile markers goin' by like the wind
We pull our load like the king of the road
It's the only way of life for this ole driver

I've pulled for a livin' most all of my life
All I ever had was this truck and a wife
What do you want she said that damn truck or me
We left her sittin' back in Tennessee
She said does Bertha keep you warm at night
When you got your troubles does she make it all right
She said all we need is a happy home
Don't want much just can't be alone

Well eighteen wheels just turned around
Me and big Bertha well we're homeward bound
We done our miles and most of them hard
It's time big Bertha had a big backyard

Yeah we've pulled her long enough ol' gal
We'll deck you out real good in the old backyard
Flowers and all and for this ole driver
Well the shop job ain't gonna be so bad
And not only that I'll see you every day after work
Hell we're all wore out anyway