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Lyrics

*(Spoken intro, gravelly voice over a lone steel guitar)*
"Lord, I been haulin' since Jesus was a co-pilot..."

**Verse 1**
Well I left Oklahoma City with a load of chicken feed,
GPS said "turn left," but my gut said "hell, proceed."
Got a tank full of diesel, a cooler full of beer,
And a ex-wife in the glovebox sayin' "honey, shift to third gear."
I’m haulin’ ass through Texas, doin’ ninety in a rig,
When the D O T pulls me over for a "random safety dig."
He says "Son, your logbook’s faker than a Tinder date,"
I said "Officer, that ain’t lyin’—that’s just creative freight."

**Chorus**
18 wheels and a broken promise,
Rollin’ down the highway, tryin’ not to be honest.
If the wheels don’t fall off and the law don’t find me,
I’ll be in Tulsa by Monday with a tank full of shine-y.
Yeah, I’m an outlaw trucker, livin’ life on the edge,
With a CB handle "Big John" and a bladder the size of Texas.
Lord, give me strength, give me coffee, and a clear run to the scale—
Or at least a bathroom that ain’t got a glory hole tale.

**Verse 2**
Pulled into a truck stop, lookin’ for love in all the wrong places,
Found a lot lizard named Darlene with rhinestone shoelaces.
She said "Big rig, you look lonely," I said "Darlin’, I’m just tired,"
She said "Fifty bucks and I’ll make your tachometer fire."
Now I got a tattoo on my arm from last night in Amarillo,
Says "Ruby’s Truck Wash – We Get Your Undercarriage Real Thorough."
My dispatcher’s blowin’ up my phone, screamin’ "Where’s my load?!"
I told him "It’s in Kansas, or maybe it’s in Colorado..."

**Chorus**
18 wheels and a broken promise,
Rollin’ down the highway, tryin’ not to be honest.
If the wheels don’t fall off and the radar don’t find me,
I’ll be snortin’ Copenhagen and drinkin’ burnt truck-stop coffee.
Yeah, I’m an outlaw trucker, king of the double nickel,
With a dashboard full of fuzzy dice and a Jesus on the griddle.
Lord, keep my tires round and my logbook clean-ish—
And if I gotta go down, let it be in a Waffle House finish.

**Bridge** (slow, bluesy, with harmonica)
I got a million miles on these retreads and a million lies in my head,
My mama prays for my soul while I pray for the next rest area ahead.
One day I’ll hang up these keys, settle down with a good woman,
But till then I’m married to the road... and occasionally to Darlene.

**Final Chorus** (louder, with backup singers and pedal steel goin’ wild)
18 wheels and a broken promise,
I’m haulin’ regrets and expired vitamins.
If the wheels don’t fall off and the wife don’t find me,
I’ll die in this Peterbilt with a smile on my shiny... chrome.
Yeah, I’m an outlaw trucker, born to ramble and roam,
With a heart full of diesel and a bladder that’s never goin’ home.
So if you see me on the interstate, flash your lights and wave—
Just don’t ask what’s in the trailer... some things a man takes to the grave.

*(Outro – fading steel guitar and a distant air horn)*
"10-4, good buddy... keep it between the ditches... and the white lines."