GD
I got her letter in an old mail box
C
I forgot at I had at a little truck stop
GD
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
GD
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
C
Percocets and amphetamines
GDC
Black beautys and west coast turn arounds
GD
When the coast is clear I drive with my knees
C
I mix it all up like a recipie
GDC
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
GDC
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
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