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Wheels are a -roving along,
this big 450 sings a real sad song.
My woman said, you got a choice,
you run or stay.
If I stay, how the hell do I earn my pay?
Me and
Big
Bertha, well, we've been like what?
Been heavy truckin', son of a guns
We'd sweat and swear to stay awake
That wo man thinks that
truckin' is a piece of cake
So here we are out a -truckin' again
Mile markers goin' by like the wind
We pull our load like the king of the road
It's the only way of life
for this old driver
I pulled for a living most all of my life
All I ever had was this truck and a wife
What do you want, she said,
that damn truck or me
We left her sittin' back in
Tennessee
She said, does
Bertha keep you warm at night
When you've got your troubles,
does she make it all right?
She said, all we need is a happy home
Don't want much, just can't be alone
So here we are out a -truckin' again
Mile markers goin' by like the wind
We pull our loader like
the king of the road
It's the only way of life
for this old driver
Well, eighteen wheels just turned around
Me and
Big
Bertha, well, we're homeward bound
We've done our miles,
most of them hard
It's time
Big
Bertha had a big backyard
So here we are out a truckin' again
Mile markers goin' by like the wind
We pulled our load like
the king of the road
It's the end of the line for this old driver
Yeah, we've pulled her long enough,
old gal
The deck yard feels good in
the old back yard
Flowers and all
And for this old driver, well,
the shop job ain't gonna be so bad
And not only that,
but I'll see you every day after work