We Drive Trucks
It's what my daddy did
And it's what I do
Between the two of us
There ain't a town we ain't been thru
We're riding eighteenth wheels
Polished chrome and steel
Trying to keep this country rolling
Out here doing that deal
So if you ask me
What it is that I do
I'll tell ya
I drive trucks
On the highway is where I'm bound
Truckin' it up
From coast to coast and from town to town
It's in my blood
That white line fever feeds my soul
No matter which way I'm heading
I'm always headed home
I'll be there soon
With god and a little luck
I drive trucks
I had a bad rig
Two eighty-fives (?)
Thru the tears I can still see
The flames and the flashing lights
Almost gave it up
Put away my driving keys
But from somewhere up above
I heard a voice say to me
Son you drive trucks
On the highway is where you're bound
Truckin' it up
From coast to coast and from town to town
It's in your blood
That white line fever feeds your soul
No matter which way you're heading
I'm always headed home
You'll be there soon
With me and a little luck
Son you drive trucks
Like the pony express
In the wild wild west
We ride all night on thru every storm
Trying to do our best
We drive trucks
On the highway is where we're found
Truckin' it up
From coast to coast and from town to town
It's in our blood
That white line fever feeds our souls
No matter which way were heading
We're always headed home
We'll be there soon
With god and a little luck
We drive trucks
That's what we dooooo...
We drive trucks
That's what we do
And it's what I do
Between the two of us
There ain't a town we ain't been thru
We're riding eighteenth wheels
Polished chrome and steel
Trying to keep this country rolling
Out here doing that deal
So if you ask me
What it is that I do
I'll tell ya
I drive trucks
On the highway is where I'm bound
Truckin' it up
From coast to coast and from town to town
It's in my blood
That white line fever feeds my soul
No matter which way I'm heading
I'm always headed home
I'll be there soon
With god and a little luck
I drive trucks
I had a bad rig
Two eighty-fives (?)
Thru the tears I can still see
The flames and the flashing lights
Almost gave it up
Put away my driving keys
But from somewhere up above
I heard a voice say to me
Son you drive trucks
On the highway is where you're bound
Truckin' it up
From coast to coast and from town to town
It's in your blood
That white line fever feeds your soul
No matter which way you're heading
I'm always headed home
You'll be there soon
With me and a little luck
Son you drive trucks
Like the pony express
In the wild wild west
We ride all night on thru every storm
Trying to do our best
We drive trucks
On the highway is where we're found
Truckin' it up
From coast to coast and from town to town
It's in our blood
That white line fever feeds our souls
No matter which way were heading
We're always headed home
We'll be there soon
With god and a little luck
We drive trucks
That's what we dooooo...
We drive trucks
That's what we do
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Gene Justice
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