Trucker Speed

I got her letter in an old mail box
 I forgot I had at a little truck stop
 And I read it once, and then I read it again
 I could hardly keep from cryin'
 I've been drivin' around the last week or so
 With an empty truck, I don't have a load
 And I don't care 'cause to tell you the truth
 I think I might be dying
 And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
 Percocets, amphetamines
 Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
 When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
 I mix it all up like a recipe
 Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
 Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
 At the side of the road, he said you're a mess
 When I told him she didn't leave an address
 Then he got another call said wait right here
 I'll be back in a little while
 I put my head across my arms
 Slept on the wheel for an hour or more
 And I started it up and took off into the night
 And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
 Percocets, amphetamines
 Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
 When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
 I mix it all up like a recipe
 Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
 Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
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 I've been high-centered, low throttle
 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 driven into town
 I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line
 I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line
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 And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
 Percocets, amphetamines
 Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
 When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
 I mix it all up in a recipe
 Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
 Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
 Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
 Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground