Lyrics Brother Trucker - James Taylor

Breaker number nine, big buddy
Put your ears on me now
This trucker got to have a big line tonight
Come on sucker, come back, brother trucker, yeah
I keep seeing double unless I close one eye
And I've got to roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Sure 'nough a shame 'bout the shape I'm in
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
I'm back on my wheels again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Someone to love the truck driving man, now
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
I'm back on my wheels again
I'm a driving fool
I make my own rules
One part man and one part mule
One part fossil fuel
I got the heart of steel
I pull eighty wheels
Mister nine to five
In his Coup de Ville
No, never know how it feels
To really roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Holding my own just the best as I can
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
I'm back on my wheels again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Outward bound from South Bend
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
I'm back on my wheels again
Moon over New Jersey, big State police, yeah
Well, I'm in a hurry
Could you let me go in peace?
I'm an independent
I don't make no teamster dough
'Cause the A.F.L. and the C.I.O.
Still don't own the road
And the only man telling me where to go
Is the man who owns my load
He says roll, roll, roll brother trucker
I say where and you say when
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Get back on your wheels again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Turn the goddamn thing around and do it again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker, I'm back on my wheels again
Fat buck, and I'm back on my wheels again
I am running out of whites
Goddamn, dim them headlights now
Two hours' sleep in the last two nights
But that won't be alright tonight
Hot as a pistol, dry as a bone
I'm coming on home and I hope my bed's alone
Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, ooh, roll