Passed a little town about an hour ago
Somewhere in the desert in New Mexico
Thinkin' 'bout somethin' that my baby said
I stop and get me somethin' for my achin' head
Pull into a truck stop, park by the tire shop
Kill about an hour or so
And then it's out on the highway
Tryin' to make a livin' on the road
Heat waves comin' out of both my stacks
Oil pressure's steady and my coffee's black
Highway patrol and the D.O.T
Not to even mention X, Y and Z
And go to L.A., turn around, come back to Cowtown
Drop off another heavy load
And then it's out on the highway
Tryin' to make a livin' on the road
I don't need a road map, I know my way
I've driven this road both night and day
I ain't worried about places that I've seen or been
I just want to see my baby again
Well, I'm tired but I can't stop, watch out for fallin' rocks
Speed zone ahead, go slow
And then it's out on the highway
Tryin' to make a livin' on the road
I said it's out on the highway
Tryin' to make a livin' on the road
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