| 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 3 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 18 wheeler is a rollin' back home
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| Starin' a hole through the windshield
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| He’s got 19 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 18 wheeler is a rollin' back home, woah
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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 18 wheeler is a rollin' back home
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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 18 wheeler is a rollin' back home
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| Well, he’s a rollin' back home |