Mother Trucker

Lyrics

Eighteen wheels of Peterbilt steel,
winding, grinding, hauling up a hill —
Texas tomatoes, Idaho potatoes,
On time coast to coast, Canada to Mexico.
Ooh, ooh

She’s a gear-jamming mama.
Biloxi born and raised,
Easy on the eyes. Boys, get out of her way.
It’s all about her babies; she ain’t looking for a lover.
She isn’t just a mother;
She’s a mother trucker.

Her husband was a cheater; a time or two, he beat ‘er.
Third time’s the last time he laid a finger on her.
Highway patrol and police, they know
But they look the other way and say
Roll, mama, roll.
ooh ohh

She’s a gear-jamming mama, Biloxi born and raised,
Easy on the eyes. Boys, get out of her way.
It’s all about her babies; she ain’t looking for a lover.
She ain’t just a mother;
She’s a mother trucker.

She can overhaul a diaper or Detroit diesel any day.
Covered up in grease or rouge on her cheeks,
She’s a woman either way.

Four-hundred horses and only eight brakes,
One-hundred thousand pounds rolling down an 8 percent grade.
Five-hundred miles till the day is done,
Two babies on board and one, only one.

©2006 Jon Michaels
Check Please Publishing / ASCAP

Paul Jefferson
Slate East Music
Admin By Cherry Music / ASCAP