Trucker Speed

Got a letter in an old mailbox Forgot I had at an old truck stop

Read it once and read it again Could hardly keep from cryin'

Drivin' around last week or so In an empty truck, I don't have a load

I don't care 'cause to tell you the truth, I think I might be dyin'.

And it's trucker speed, Benzedrine, Percocets, and amphetamines.

Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds.

The coast is clear, I drive with my knees, mix it all up in a recipe.

Coca-Cola and coffee just to wash it down

Times I feel my wheels ain't touching the ground

Side of the road he said you're a mess

Told him she didn't leave an address

Got another call said wait right here

Back in a little while

Put my head across my arms

Slept on the wheel for an hour or more Started up and took off into the night

And it's trucker speed, Benzedrine Percocets and amphetamines

Black beauties and west coast turnarounds The coast is clear, I drive with my knees

mix it all up in a recipe of coca-cola and coffee just to wash it down

times I feel my wheels ain't touching the ground

sometimes I feel my wheels ain't touching the ground

I've been high-centered, low-trottle when I couldn't stop

I peed in a bottle, I've been so lonesome, I made Hank Williams look like a party of

five.

I've been beat up, broke down, loaded on a truck and driving into town.

Always thought you'd be there at the end of the line.

Always thought you'd be there at the end of the line.

When it's trucker speed, Benzedrine, Percocets and amphetamines, Black Beauties and West

Coast turnarounds.

When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees, mix it all up in a recipe, Coca-Cola and coffee

just to wash it down.

Sometimes it feels like my wheels ain't touching the ground.

Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touching the ground.

Sometimes it feels like my wheels ain't touching the ground.