I stopped at a roadhouse in Texas,
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A little place called Hamburger Dan's.
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I heard that old jukebox a-playin',
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A song 'bout a truck drivin' man.
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Pour me another cup of coffee,
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For it is the best in the land.
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I'll put a nickel in the jukebox,
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And play The Truck Driving Man.
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The waitress then brought me some coffee
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I thanked her and called her back again
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I said, "That ol' song sure does fit me
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'Cause I am a truck drivin' man
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I stepped back on board my old semi
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And then like a flash I was gone
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I got them ol' truck wheel a-rollin
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I'm on my way to San Antone
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Truck drivin' man
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| The Byrds |
