Fred Video (MV)

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