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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deadbolt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harley Allen Davidson
Songwriter
Gary R Burns
Songwriter
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Two antique dealers in a SUV proceeded to cut me off
I followed them downtown to one of them artists lofts
One of the guys came to the door, he said "Hi, you must be Mitch"
I said "no," I punched him in the teeth and said, "I’m a truck driving son of a bitch"
Oh yeah, truck driving son of a bitch
Truck driving son of a bitch
Chain smokin', CB jokin'
Truck driving son of a bitch
The new waitress she gave me the eye at Greasy Bob's come-on-in
Took her home to a honkey-tonk, next thing we're checking into the Spring Days Inn
In the morning she says I love you Hank, then she starts to twitch
I said sorry baby, gotta go, 'cuz I'm a truck driving son of a bitch
Oh yeah. I'm truck driving son of a bitch
I'm a pill-poppin', jojo chop wearn"
Truck driving son of a bitch
A chicken fried steak eatin'
Truck driving son of a bitch
A five dollar shower, nudie girl happy hour
Truck driving son of a bitch
Drinkin' beer at my favorite bar, the Chrome Nudie Girl Inn
Truckers don't like shuttle bus drivers and a slew of them walked in
Rather drink with a smokey bear and get the hemorrhoid itch
Me and Bob beat the shit out of them 'cause I'm truck driving son of a bitch
Truck driving son of a bitch
I'm a truck driving son of a bitch
A sideburn wearin', Redman chewin'
Truck driving son of a bitch
Thelma and Louise hatin'
Truck driving son of a bitch
Truck driving son of a bitch
Chain smokin', CB jokin'
Truck driving son of a bitch
I'm a truck driving son of a bitch
Come on over and slap me in my face
'Cause I'm a truck driving son of a bitch
I'm a truck driving son of a bitch
Gear shiftin', chicken lickin'
Truck driving son of a bitch
Hey I thought you where a girl with all that hair
Where you goin' boy?
Hey dude. I'm goin' to a folk festival in Aspen!
Oh yeah, no kiddin'? Get the fuck out of my truck
Written by: Gary R Burns, Harley Allen Davidson

