I wheeled into a truck stop in Texas A little place called Hamburger Dan I heard that old jukebox a playin' Song about a truck drivin' man That waitress
I got a cute little gal in every eastern town From Boston to St Louis There's some that I don't even know But I'm looking forward to 'Cause I like my
have anything going And she was in Tulsa and didn't have anything on She said, my name is Shirley and I said, my name is Dave I woke up the next morning
I got on my wheels And I went out on the town draggin' I hit a big oak tree It looked like a wreck to the wagon I got a hospital bill And the judge waitin
We stand alone on a quiet empty street Just you and I and a love that's bitter sweet On a corner where the street lamp's not so bright That's where we
Thank you Lord for all the miles without an accident But I wanna ask one more favor before my life is spent Please Lord this once before I turn to dust
Was another beer drinkin' Friday afternnon at Jimmy's tavern This cowboy he came struttin' in with a big cigar in his mouth a total stranger Wore silver
Yeah everybody comes here to have a ball If anybody's missin' well we give 'em a call For we're always happy son of a gun oh lots of fun at the 6-0-1
Some people say a man's made outta mud a poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones a mind that's weak and a back that
I've known all alone that you had leavin' on your mind My sign of questions have been answered by the look that's in your eyes Any day now you'll come
Well away down yonder on the Candy Creek I wait a lot of fiddles on my wagon seat I tune up the fiddle and I rosin' that bow and I play a little tune
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above Don't fence me in Let me ride through the wide open country that I love Don't fence me in Let
Don't come cryin' to me don't come cryin' to me You've got eyes you can see I don't need you anymore You kept lying to me me you kept wanting to be A
Well all of my life I been a tryin' to save to get a pair of cowboy boots Sixteen years of my life I gave to get a pair of cowboy boots I wanna go where
Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh, Rollin' down the Eastern Seaboard. I've got my diesel wound up, And she's running like never before. There's a speed
I was riding this eighteen-wheeler before those fading lights Never paid much money cause I couldn?t make much time There used to be a running battle
Don't let the stars get in your eyes Don't let the moon break your heart Love blooms at night, in daylight it dies Don't let the stars get in your eyes
The ol' neon signs are lighted so I'd best get to the bar After all I've got position I must hope There's a stool that waits for me after eight that's
