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short little extra song |
| Truck drivers don't go to heaven, Because we live all wrong. Well they wont allow us to go to hell, because we'd feel too much at home. We live on your highways and by ways, and we just roll on everyday. We curse and we yell, smoke and raise hell, and we leave our wives all alone. We say that we do it for the money, but we've just got 'ravelin bones. We think we're supporting our families, but the ones that we love just get burned. Truck drivers don't got to heaven, because we live all wrong. Well they don't allow us to go to hell, because we'd feel too much at home. Every time we look at our children, we can see how much we've missed. To our wives we're nothing but burdens, 'cause when we're gone, we're not their concern. |