Diesel Driving Daddy - Aaron Watson

Well my truck’s wound up and it’s ready to roll

I got a good buddy workin' for the Highway Patrol

So if I get a ticket or two, It’s gonna be alright

But the sheriff and his boys they’re in Estilline

Unless they’re out to lunch at the Dairy Queen

They’ll be itchin' to turn on those red, white, and blue

Lights

Well just like my daddy I was born a drifter

I got a rebel heart and eight — ball shifter

Horns on the hood and forty channel CB

Well some things you never leave home without

Like your Bible, log book, and your drivin' route

And your Best Of Dale Watson on CD

Cause I’m a diesel drivin' daddy

Don’t you get in my lane

Puttin' the pedal to the medal

Bringin' eighteen wheels of pain

I’ve been in love

Broke some hearts

Settled down long enough to replace the parts

Kicked a little

Asphalt along the way

There’s a lonely life livin' on the road

When the only friend you’ve got is the radio

And even he fades in and out every now and then

But maybe someday you’ll find the right one

That’ll shift the gears and let ya ride shotgun

Knows how to get that big ole rig to spin

I’m a panhandlin' manhandlin'

Post holin' high rollin' dust bowlin' daddy

I ain’t got no blood in my veins

I just got them four lanes

Of hard Amarillo highway

Up and down that honky tonkin' highway