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Lyrics

**[Intro – Spoken over grinding riffs and revving engine samples]**
Yeah...
Eighteen wheels.
No mercy.
Born for the blacktop...
LET’S HAUL!

**[Verse 1]**
Born in a rust-belt town where the smokestacks scream
Momma said “boy you’ll never chase a dream”
But the first time I heard that big diesel roar
Something in my blood said “this is war”
Foot on the clutch, fist on the wheel
Highway’s calling and I’m made of steel
No suit, no tie, no nine-to-five cage
Just me and the night and eighteen wheels of rage!

**[Pre-Chorus]**
White lines blur, the radio’s dead
Devil on my shoulder screaming “full speed ahead!”

**[Chorus]**
I WAS BORN TO BE A TRUCK DRIVER!
King of the interstate, eighteen-wheeled fighter!
Burning rubber, chasing the sun
From coast to coast till the Kingdom Come!
I WAS BORN TO BE A TRUCK DRIVER!
Ten gears of fury, no room for the liar!
If the road is hell then I’m the flame
Truck driver! Truck driver! SCREAM MY NAME!

**[Verse 2]**
Lot lizards whispering, caffeine in my veins
Crosswinds trying to blow me off the lanes
I’ve seen the sunrise over the Rockies so high
Watched the devil dance in a Texas sky
Logbook’s lying, D O T on my ass
But I shift that bitch and I never look back
Cities bleed by in a neon haze
I live for the miles, I was built for the blaze!

**[Pre-Chorus]**
Mountains tremble when my stacks ignite
Thunder in the trailer, I own the night!

**[Chorus]**
I WAS BORN TO BE A TRUCK DRIVER!
King of the interstate, eighteen-wheeled fighter!
Burning rubber, chasing the sun
From coast to coast till the Kingdom Come!
I WAS BORN TO BE A TRUCK DRIVER!
Ten gears of fury, no room for the liar!
If the road is hell then I’m the flame
Truck driver! Truck driver! SCREAM MY NAME!

**[Bridge – Half-time, crushing groove]**
They say “settle down, find a pretty little wife”
I say “fuck that noise, I was born for this life!”
No picket fence, no mortgage chain
Just endless blacktop and pouring rain
I’ve hauled steel, I’ve hauled dreams
I’ve hauled the weight of broken schemes
But every mile is a middle finger high
To the suits who’ll never understand why…
I WAS BORN!

**[Guitar Solo – Pure chaos, whammy bar dives, pinch harmonics, freight-train bends]**
*(Imagine Dimebag Darrell and K.K. Downing trading licks over a thunderous double-kick and grinding palm-muted chugs)*

**[Final Chorus – Even heavier, gang shouts]**
I WAS BORN TO BE A TRUCK DRIVER!
Blood and diesel running through my veins like fire!
If you can’t hang, get the fuck out the way
This rig don’t stop till the Judgment Day!
I WAS BORN TO BE A TRUCK DRIVER!
Eat my smoke, motherfucker, I’m the high-octane rider!
Road never ends and neither do I
TRUCK DRIVER! TRUCK DRIVER!
TILL THE DAY I DIE!

**[Outro – Slow grinding riff fading into distant engine roar]**
Yeah…
Born to roll…
Born to haul…
I was born…
To be a TRUCK DRIVER!