G                     D 
I got her letter in an old mail box  
C 
I forgot at I had at a little truck stop 
      G                D 
And I read it once and read it again 
C 
I could hardly keep from cryin 
 
I've been driving around the last week or so 
With and empty truck I don't have a load 
I don't care cause to tell you the truth 
I think I might be dyin 
  
         G              D    
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine 
C 
Percocets and amphetamines 
G                 D                C 
Black beautys and west coast turn arounds 
G                         D 
When the coast is clear I drive with my knees 
C 
I mix it all up like a recipie 
G              D                C 
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down 
G                         D                         C      
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touching the ground 
 
At the side of the road he said you're a mess 
When I told him she didn't leave an address 
Then he got another call said wait right here  
I'll be back in a little while 
I put my head across my arms 
Slept on the wheel for an hour or more 
And I started it up and took off into the night 
 
Chorus 
 
I've been high-centered, low throttle 
When I couldn't stop I peed in a bottle 
I've been so lonesome I made hank willaims 
Look like a party of five 
I've been beat up broke down 
Load it on a truck and drive it to town 
I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line 
I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line