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