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Well, my daddy was a world-class trucker Took my momma on a four-day trip And she swears to me that I was conceived at a big rig dealership Yeah, the story goes, on the day I was born He hit the road, and he never looked back Well, my daddy went and named me a big mistake But my momma always called me Mack And I'm a haulin', chug-a-luggin through the rain and snow Yeah, I'm a haulin', I put the hammer down and let it roll My babies callin, sayin', 'Baby, when ya gonna come home?' Well, I'm an independent trucker A mother lovin', overloaded, owner operator Just a tearin' up a two lane road Yeah, I got the chrome girls on my mudflaps I keep a cup o' coffee on the dashboard Got a custom airbrush desert scene, and my name painted on the door I got a cross of Jesus hung on the grill, lights up like a Christmas tree And any highway, any time of day, that's where I wanna be Well, I'm a haulin', only 700 miles to go Yeah, I'm a haulin', I put the hammer down and let it roll, son My baby's callin', sayin' baby when ya gonna come home Well, I'm an independent trucker A mother lovin', overloaded, owner operator Just a tearin' up a two lane road, yeah
Well, I'm a haulin', only 700 miles to go Yeah, I'm a haulin', I put the hammer down and let it roll My baby's callin', sayin', 'Baby, when ya gonna come home?' Well, I'm an independent trucker A mother lovin', overloaded, owner operator Just a tearin' up a two lane road Yeah, I'm an independent trucker A mother lovin', overloaded, owner operator Just a tearin' up a two lane road
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