tabbed once again by bunghammer on the cussin board.

mackie drove a peterbuilt in nineteen seven three.

he was a truck driver with a wife and kids to feed

with stars and bars across the grill the cab was black as night

the road was home and that truck was his life

he was an honest man he meant no harm but there was diesel in his veins

he was headed north. on a south bound lane

got mixed up in the drugs and guns some bad s**t goin round

i got a feeling our friend mackies goin down cause he's a

truck drivin gun totin

meth snortin blue collar

true... american... hero

ringo was the old senor who hooked mack up with the score

to fill his eighteen wheeler full a black

from tennessee to mexico then dump it in san diego

to some guy there from seattle named jack

well it took three days to make the run. mack showed up with his old shotgun

he'd been up a while. things were getting weird.

see jack coke was supposed to have the cash instead he had some song and dance

mack shot him in the chest right then and there. cause he's a

truck drivin, gun totin

meth snortin, blue collar

true... american... hero

when the feds finally caught up with him, he was all strung out on herion

living out some truck stop off I-5

well they cuffed him and they brought him in

then some suit and tie came in and said "Mack, i just wanted to shake your hand"

ya see jack coke was on the wanted list that sum b***h killed a bunch of kids

i just wish i coulda been there to see him die. he said now i'm gonna let you go

you and your trailor full of dope. mack grabbed his keys and drove off in the night.

cause he's a

truck drivin, gun totin

meth snortin, blue collar

true... american... hero

yeah mack he's one of the last true

american... heroes