Well I'm a lowdown truck driver
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Eighteen wheels and an easy rider
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Lord have mercy -
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Lord have mercy on my weary soul
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Well I'm a burnin' down this highway baby
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And I'm pullin' on a heavy load
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You know those high winds, those high grades
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I'm pullin' freight, and I'm gettin' paid
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Lord, them chicken coops ain't open
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and I'm in high gear, hammer down in the hammer lane
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I'm gonna blow right past those smokies
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I got friends on the inside pullin' strings
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I've been to Detroit, L.A., New York, Mississipp-i-a
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Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam, East Texas and Viet Nam
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Lord have mercy -
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Lord have mercy on my weary soul
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Well I'm a burnin' down this highway baby
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and I'm pullin' on a heavy load
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I've taken little white pills
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I'm seein' white lines
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You know that log book, she's way behind
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Well this 18-wheeler's runnin'
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just like 18 tons of fallin' lead
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Well I can see the lights of home baby
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'cause Austin's just 20 more miles ahead
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I've been to Detroit, L.A., New York, Mississipp-i-a
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Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam, East Texas and Vietnam
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Lord have mercy -
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Lord have mercy on my weary soul
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Well I'm a gearin' on down boys
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'Cause I can finally see the lights of home
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Lowdown Truck Driver
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Hank Williams III |