I know I'm a little late,
hope I didn't make you wait
I'm so tired that I don't care,
Would you boys unload this pack
And get it off my rig tonight
No, I just can't stay here, man
Yeah, I guess it's my good luck
To make my living drivin' a truck
But it's times like these
That I'm tied to the wheel
Seems a few short years ago
Punchin' clock in a factory
Comin' home each night to my family
But somehow I saved the bread
Bought this truck, thought I'd get ahead
But as time went by, I found
Now sometimes it's hard to see
Am I drivin' it or is it drivin' me
And it's times like these
That I'm tied to the breeze
Guess I'll try and get some sleep
Do you know a place to eat?
I'm a stranger in your town,
and I don't hardly know my way around
Still I've heard some people boast
how nice it is out here on the coast
I'll be back this way again,
But right now it's hard to see,
am I driving it or is it driving me?
That I'm tied to the wheel
Yeah, I guess it's my good luck
To make my living driving a truck
And it's times like these
That I'm tied to the wheel
Oooh, ooh -woah -woah -woaah -woah
-woooah -woooah -ooh -woah -aaaah
