He's got a sunburn on his left arm
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From hangin' out a Peterbilt window
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Got a wife and three kids on the farm
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Drivin' just as fast as he can go, yeah
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Minneapolis in his rear view
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He's a dead headin' to Tulsa
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Got the hammer down on 82
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With every mile marker getting' closer, I said
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Hey, he's a trucker man
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Tryin' to get home just as fast as he can
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Those redeye runs are taking their toll
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His eighteen wheeler is a rollin' back home
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Starin' a hole through the windshield
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He's got nineteen on the CB wheel
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They call him the Bandit
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'Cause he only brakes for the Smokies, I said
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Hey, he's a trucker man
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Tryin' to get home just as fast as he can
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Those redeye runs are taking their toll
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His eighteen wheeler is a rollin' back home
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He's got a Smith and 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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Tryin' to get home just as fast as he can
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Those redeye runs are taking their toll
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His eighteen wheeler is a rollin' back home
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Say it, hey, he's a trucker man
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Tryin' to get home just as fast as he can
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Those redeye runs are taking their toll
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His eighteen wheeler is a rollin' back home
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Well, he's rollin' back home
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Trucker Man
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| John Rich |
