text: Well my trucks wound up and its ready to roll
  I got a good buddy workin for the Highway Patrol
  So if I get a ticket or two, Its gonna be alright
  But the sheriff and his boys theyre in 
  Unless theyre out to lunch at the Dairy Queen
  Theyll be itchin to turn on those red, white, and blue
  Lights
  Well just like my daddy I was born a drifter
  I got a rebel heart and eight - ball shifter
  Horns on the hood and forty channel CB
  Well some things you never leave home without
  Like your Bible, log book, and your drivin route
  And your Best Of Dale Watson on CD
  Cause Im a diesel drivin daddy
  Dont you get in my lane
  Puttin the pedal to the medal
  Bringin eighteen wheels of pain
  Ive been in love
  Broke some hearts
  Settled down long enough to replace the parts
  Kicked a little ass
  Fought along the way
  Theres a lonely life livin on the road
  When the only friend youve got is the radio
  And even he fades in and out every now and then
  But maybe someday youll find the right one
  Knows how to get that big ole rig to spin
  Chorus
  Im a panhandlin manhandlin
  Post holin high rollin dust bowlin daddy
  I aint got no blood in my veins
  I just got them four lanes
  Of hard Amarillo highway
  Chorus
  Up and down that honky tonkin highway
  They end the song by playing these chords pretty quick, so just use barre chords
  I apologize for some of the lyrics...I know theyre off a little