Fred Lyrics

I got her letter in an old mail box

I forgot I had at a little truck stop

And I read it once, and then I read it again

I could hardly keep from cryin'

I've been drivin' around the last week or so

With an empty truck, I don't have a load

And I don't care 'cause to tell you the truth

I think I might be dying

And it's trucker speed, benzedrine

Percocets, amphetamines

Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds

When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees

I mix it all up like a recipe

Coca-cola and whiskey to wash it down

Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground

At the side of the road, he said you're a mess

When I told him she didn't leave an address

Then he got another call said wait right here

I'll be back in a little while

I put my head across my arms

Slept on the wheel for an hour or more

And I started it up and took off into the night

And it's trucker speed, benzedrine

Percocets, amphetamines

Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds

When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees

I mix it all up like a recipe

Coca-cola and whiskey to wash it down

Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground

I've been high-centered, low throttle

When I couldn't stop, I filled up a bottle

I've been so lonesome I made Hank Williams

Look like a party of five

I've been beat up, broke down

Loaded on a truck and driven into town

I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line

And it's trucker speed, benzedrine

Percocets, amphetamines

Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds

When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees

I mix it all up in a recipe

Coca-cola and whiskey to wash it down

Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground

Streak of lightning coming down the highway

Turn around and watch it go

Switch on the lights

Put on the highbeams

Better find a preacher on the radio

I like to drive at 105

Its just how fast i got to go

I got the gears and i got the motor

Ain't no reason to go slower

And i like the speed i like the motion

I like the rockin machine

I like to drive at 105

Better hurry up if you wanna catch me

Neon sign flashin by like something in your eye

Elvis on the radio almost makes you cry

Falshing lights in the rearview you know

Payin many mile step on the gas pull out to pass and leave em far be hind

I like to drive at 105

Its just how fast i got to go

I got the gears and i got the motor

Ain't no reason to go slower

And i like the speed i like the motion

I like the rockin machine

I like to drive at 105

Better hurry up if you wanna catch me

I got her letter in an old mail box

I forgot I had at a little truck stop

And I read it once, and then I read it again

I could hardly keep from cryin'

I've been drivin' around the last week or so

With an empty truck, I don't have a load

And I don't care 'cause to tell you the truth

I think I might be dying

And it's trucker speed, benzedrine

Percocets, amphetamines

Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds

When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees

I mix it all up like a recipe

Coca-cola and whiskey to wash it down

Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground

At the side of the road, he said you're a mess

When I told him she didn't leave an address

Then he got another call said wait right here

I'll be back in a little while

I put my head across my arms

Slept on the wheel for an hour or more

And I started it up and took off into the night

And it's trucker speed, benzedrine

Percocets, amphetamines

Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds

When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees

I mix it all up like a recipe

Coca-cola and whiskey to wash it down

Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground

I've been high-centered, low throttle

When I couldn't stop, I filled up a bottle

I've been so lonesome I made Hank Williams

Look like a party of five

I've been beat up, broke down

Loaded on a truck and driven into town

I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line

And it's trucker speed, benzedrine

Percocets, amphetamines

Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds

When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees

I mix it all up in a recipe

Coca-cola and whiskey to wash it down

Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground