Highway Hustler

Jammed in the backseat
A van full of gear
Gypsy who sings away
Make-believe fears

Worn out body
And the cars run down
Eleven shows, ten days
One for each town

I'm a highway hustler
I do my living on the road
I was born here with a ramblin' soul
I'm a bonafide trucker
I'm a two-lane lover
Whoa I'm a highway hustler

Leaves are changing
Winter is cold
I just left the western coast
Eight-hour drive to make it to the gig
Running down a dream
In my '95 rig

I'm a highway hustler
I do my living on the road
I was born here with a ramblin' soul
I'm a bonafide trucker
I'm a two-lane lover
Whoa I'm a highway hustler

If you love what you do
Then you won't work a day
There ain't nothing better than cruisin'
Down a two-lane

I'm a highway hustler
I do my living on the road
I was born here with a ramblin' soul
I'm a bonafide trucker
I'm a two-lane lover
Whoa I'm a highway hustler

I'm a highway hustler
I do my living on the road
I was born here with a ramblin' soul
I'm a bonafide trucker
I'm a two-lane lover
Whoa I'm a highway hustler



Credits
Writer(s): Kimberly Bitter
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