Workinstiff
Truckin'
Words and Music
Kurt Jensen
Lyrics
Driving for the money they pay
Sometimes they send me
Out of town a few days
I'm a hard working hombre
Into trucking
Came home early
Walked through my door
My wife and neighbor
Were down on the floor
It was a hard painful sight
They were fucking
Sugar beets and dog food
Manure and soap, oh lord
I must've hauled em' all
Coast to coast
I never finished high school
But I've got it made
Man you wouldn't believe
How much a teamster gets paid
I went and I strapped on
My old forty-four
Wore it so long it
Made my shoulder sore
It's a hard hitting heater
I ain't joking
You can't help but show
Respect for a man
When he confronts you
With a gun in his hand
And a hard look in his eyes
Might be smoking
Sometimes I'm driving late
And I get tired
I need some crank
To keep myself wired
On a hard two night layover
And it's cold out
I went to see the man
Before I hit the trail
He told me didn't
Have no more for sale
Said it's hard
To make connections
He was sold out
The white lines and upgrades
The speed traps and scales
This life on the road
Can sure get pretty stale
Busting my ass
To keep my payments on time
Up for three days
A half hour behind
Driving coked
My fingers got stiff
I blacked out and nearly
Drove off a cliff
It was hard
To keep my eyes open
But I got lucky
And still driving
For the money they pay
Driving out of town
Every few days
'Cause it's hard
To do much else
I'm into trucking
Oh yes
I'm into trucking
It's what I do
I'm into trucking