Hard to know who you are these days
keep running finding that second grace
passing sleeping cities
fading by degrees
as these 18 wheels roll on
loadin some JD
to some thirsty boys down in Tennessee
Passing by lot lizards flirtin with time
8 inch straight stacks
train horns followed by my lead foot & hot temper
some poor frog in one those K wobbler\'s, got a taste of my grill crammed up his 5th wheel
if y\'all know what I mean
all I could say was my prayers \"holy shit mother trucker\"
as these 18 wheels rolled on ;)
smokeys they come an gone
How they gonna catch me now,
hammerin er down with OL red by my feet
im outta every smokeys reach
on every interstate
leavin my big rig marks
through every changin zip code
dodgin gators left right an center
bangin up my chrome lady fender
On this 50 ft of chrome & steel
I drive these steel horses through the rain & snow
telling the days by the bottle that I drink
I ride
Im wanted dead or alive
A cowgirl, on a high speed rodeo
My mind grinding like steel gears
These 18 wheels covering some ground mile by mile
Following home to my truck stop king
he winds me up gear by gear
makes me a double talking CB gambler
No matter where my reckless soul takes me
he saves me
It\'s hard lovin a woman with a rebel soul
Passing by sleeping cities
Fading by degrees
Il always be on the road again
riding to find that second grace
I ride
Im wanted dead or...alive
