He's got a sunburn on his left arm
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From hanging out a Peterbilt window
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Got a wife and three kids on the farm
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He's driving just as fast as he can go
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Minneapolis in his rear view
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He's deadheading to Tulsa
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Got the hammer down on eighty two
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Every mile marker getting closer
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Hey he's a trucker man
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Trying to get home just as fast as he can
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Those red eye runs are taking their toll
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This eighteen wheeler is rolling back home
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Staring a hole through the wind sheild
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He's got nineteen on the CB
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Well they call him the Bandit
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Cause he only breaks for the smokeys
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Hey he's a trucker man
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Trying to get home just as fast as he can
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Those red eye runs are taking their toll
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This eighteen wheeler is rolling back home
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He's got a Smith & Wesson in the glove box
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And Mother Mary on the dashboard
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He's a red blooded blue collar man
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American right to the core
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Hey he's a trucker man
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Trying to get home just as fast as he can
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Those red eye runs are taking their toll
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This eighteen wheeler is rolling back home
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Hey he's a trucker man
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Trying to get home just as fast as he can
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Those red eye runs are taking their toll
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This eighteen wheeler is rolling back home
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He's a rolling back home
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Trucker Man
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Gretchen Wilson |