I'm A Trucker

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3:50

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Well I'm a trucker 10-4 Don't you slam my cab door It took me nine years to buy this here rig I'm a trucker 10-4 But I can't drive anymore 'Cause I just creased me a state highway pig With stubble on my face I join the mean human race A crewcut and lamb chops for style And when it's sunny all day I wear my Foster Grant shades I love every green-tinted mile 'Cause I'm a trucker 10-4 Don't you slam my cab door It took me nine years to buy this here rig I'm a trucker 10-4 I can't drive anymore 'Cause I just creased me a state highway pig I got my huntin' vest on And my union pin on I got a playmate on the dashboard for luck Well climb up little girl Can I take you for a whirl What's your name baby and tell me, do ya truck? Cause I'm a trucker 10-4 Don't you slam my cab door It took me nine years just to buy this here rig Well I'm a trucker 10-4 I can't drive anymore 'Cause I just creased me a state highway pig I hunt ducks in the fall With a dog named Balls He's a beagle who never knew the word fear I hunt moose in the spring And pinkos and things But my prize is a hippie's pierced ear Cause I'm a trucker 10-4 Don't you slam my cab door It took me nine years just to buy this here rig Well I'm a trucker 10-4 But I can't drive anymore 'Cause I just creased me a state highway pig 'Cause I'm a trucker 10-4 Don't you slam my cab door It took me nine years just to buy this here rig I'm a trucker 10-4 But I can't drive anymore 'Cause I just creased me a state highway pig