Текст песни Woman Truck Drivin' Fool - The Buckaroos

I've heard guys tell a-their sweethearts
Of how they sew and cook
I've heard so many stories, I could probably write a book
Now, listen, while I tell you, and don't think I blew my cool
But this gal, I'm gonna tell you
Is a woman truck-drivin' fool

She's named her rig 'The Applejack'; it's the fastest one I've seen
There's curtains in the windows with polka dots of green
If you ever try to race her, that's when you'll learn a rule
There'll be no need to tell you
That she's a woman truck-drivin' fool

She hauls freight from St. Louis, to New Orleans and back
You oughta see her jam the gears; watch the black smoke from her stack
You can rave about your women, but here's one died in the wool
Boys, I'm here to tell you
She's a woman truck-drivin' fool

I've heard guys tell a-their sweethearts
Of how they sew and cook
I've heard so many stories, I could probably write a book
Now, listen, while I tell you, and don't think I blew my cool
But this gal, I'm gonna tell you
Is a woman truck-drivin' fool