I stopped at a roadhouse in
Texas, a little place called
I heard that old jukebox a -playin' a
song about a truck drivin' man.
So pour me another cup of coffee,
for it is the best in the land.
I'll put a quarter in the jukebox
And play the truck -driving man
The waitress just brought me some coffee
I thanked her but called her again
I said, that old song sure does fit me
Cause I'm a truck -driving man
So pour me another cup of coffee
For it is the best in the land
I'll put a quarter in the jukebox
And play the truck -driving man
I climbed back aboard my old semi
And then, like a blast, I was gone
I've got them old truck wheels
to roll in I'm on my way to
So pour me another cup of coffee
For it is the best in the land
I'll put a quarter in the jukebox
And play the truck -driving man
And play the truck -driving man
