Fred
Speedy Justice
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I got her letter in an old mail box I forgot I had at a little truck stop And I read it once, and then I read it again I could hardly keep from cryin' I've been drivin' around the last week or so With an empty truck, I don't have a load And I don't care 'cause 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 like a recipe Coca-cola and whiskey 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 put my head across my arms Slept on the wheel for an hour or more And I started it up and took 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 like a recipe Coca-cola and whiskey 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 filled up 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 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 whiskey to wash it down Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground Streak of lightning coming down the highway Turn around and watch it go Switch on the lights Put on the highbeams Better find a preacher on the radio I like to drive at 105 Its just how fast i got to go I got the gears and i got the motor Ain't no reason to go slower And i like the speed i like the motion I like the rockin machine I like to drive at 105 Better hurry up if you wanna catch me Neon sign flashin by like something in your eye Elvis on the radio almost makes you cry Falshing lights in the rearview you know Payin many mile step on the gas pull out to pass and leave em far be hind I like to drive at 105 Its just how fast i got to go I got the gears and i got the motor Ain't no reason to go slower And i like the speed i like the motion I like the rockin machine I like to drive at 105 Better hurry up if you wanna catch me I got her letter in an old mail box I forgot I had at a little truck stop And I read it once, and then I read it again I could hardly keep from cryin' I've been drivin' around the last week or so With an empty truck, I don't have a load And I don't care 'cause 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 like a recipe Coca-cola and whiskey 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 put my head across my arms Slept on the wheel for an hour or more And I started it up and took 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 like a recipe Coca-cola and whiskey 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 filled up 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 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 whiskey to wash it down Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
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Written by: Bryan Bridges, Frederick Elgersma
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