The House That Peterbilt

When I talk, talk on the C.B.

Yeah, I scare men

My, my tire knockers rock

The parking lot quite a lot, yeah

Rolled along 40 and roared down 10

Released my cargo around the Big Bend

I always take my time

A maverick moon miner sipping sunshine

Hauled ass to Memphis, I spoke to the Pharoah

He told me his dreams, I counted the sparrows

Steve McQueen's got nothing on me

I take you back, west of Pleiades

You want someone to talk to

Well, I'm your man

I've seen it all

And I know where you live

High time honey, hell yeah

Watcha know, I'm back again, yeah

Roll, roll down highways

With a vengeance, yeah

I never ever sweated for the fortune and fame game

Nevertheless, I'm flying down the left lane

I always pay my dues

So sit your ass down, I'll show you how they used to

You want someone to talk to

Well, I'm your man

I've seen it all

And I know where you live, yeah

A preacher, a trucker, a highroller

A holy roller preacher rolling trucker

A preacher, a trucker, a highroller

A holy roller preacher rolling trucker, yeah

Road, yeah