I got her letter in an old mail box
I forgot I had at a little truck stop
I read it once, I read it again
I could hardly keep from cryin'
Been drivin' around the last week or so
With an empty truck, I don't have a load
I don't care to tell you the truth
I think I might be dying
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and west coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear I drive with my knees
I mix it all up in a recipe
Coca-Cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
At the side of the road he said, "You're a mess"
When I told him she didn't leave an address
Then he got another call, said, "Wait right here
I'll be back in a little while"
I threw my head across my arms
Slept on the wheel for an hour or more
And I fired it up and drove off into the night
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and west coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear I drive with my knees
I mix it all up in a recipe
Coca-Cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
I've been high-centered, low throttle
When I couldn't stop I pissed in a bottle
I've been so lonesome I made Hank Williams
Look like a party of five
I've been beat up, broke down
Loaded on a truck and driven into town
But I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line
I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and west coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear I drive with my knees
I mix it all up in a recipe
Coca-Cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
