Independent Trucker

Well, my daddy was a world-class trucker

Took my momma on a four-day trip

And she swears to me that I was conceived at a big rig dealership

Yeah, the story goes, on the day I was born

He hit the road, and he never looked back

Well, my daddy went and named me a big mistake

But my momma always called me Mack

And I'm a haulin', chug-a-luggin through the rain and snow

Yeah, I'm a haulin', I put the hammer down and let it roll

My babies callin, sayin', "Baby, when ya gonna come home?"

Well, I'm an independent trucker

A mother lovin', overloaded, owner operator

Just a tearin' up a two lane road

Yeah, I got the chrome girls on my mudflaps

I keep a cup o' coffee on the dashboard

Got a custom airbrush desert scene, and my name painted on the door

I got a cross of Jesus hung on the grill, lights up like a Christmas tree

And any highway, any time of day, that's where I wanna be

Well, I'm a haulin', only 700 miles to go

Yeah, I'm a haulin', I put the hammer down and let it roll, son

My baby's callin', sayin' baby when ya gonna come home

Well, I'm an independent trucker

A mother lovin', overloaded, owner operator

Just a tearin' up a two lane road, yeah

Well, I'm a haulin', only 700 miles to go

Yeah, I'm a haulin', I put the hammer down and let it roll

My baby's callin', sayin', "Baby, when ya gonna come home?"

Well, I'm an independent trucker

A mother lovin', overloaded, owner operator

Just a tearin' up a two lane road

Yeah, I'm an independent trucker

A mother lovin', overloaded, owner operator

Just a tearin' up a two lane road