Five hundred miles to Memphis Tennessee
How in the (grrr) am I gonna make it there by three
You'd better move over when you hear this disel beller
I'm a double clutchin' scale jumpin' mile makin' tail
Gatin' dollar dodgin' line crossin' coffee drinkin' pin ballin'
Jack knifin' fog timin' wind jammin' lake runnin'
Gear bustin' sort of a feller

There's a pretty little waitress at a truck stop in Birmingham
But I went away and that really throws a monkey wrench in her plans
It's really gonna break her heart when I have to tell her next time baby
I'm a double clutchin' scale jumpin' mile makin' tail
Gatin' dollar dodgin' line crossin' coffee drinkin' pin ballin'
Jack knifin' fog timin' wind jammin' lake runnin'
Gear bustin' sort of a feller

That siren holdin' me up half an hour
He's a pokin' along with two hundred eighty horse power
You'd better mover over when you hear this disel beller
Cause I'm a double clutchin' scale jumpin' mile makin' tail
Gatin' cop dodgin' line crossin' coffee drinkin' pin ballin'
Jack knifin' fog timin' wind jammin' lake runnin'
Gear bustin' sort of a feller

Dad blame site seers get off the road I gotta be in Alanta by 8:30
What's that man doin' on a tractor you son of Saturdary afternoon drivers