Текст песни Independent Trucker - Brooks & Dunn

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