Trucker Speed

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 coffee 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 coffee 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 peed in 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 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 coffee to wash it down Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground