White Freight Liner Blues

I'm going out on the highway

And listen to them big trucks wind

I'm going out on the highway

And listen to them big trucks wind

Oh, white freightliner, won't you steal away my mind







Well, New Mexico ain't bad, Lord

The people here, they treat you kind

Well, New Mexico ain't bad, Lord

The people here, they treat you kind

Oh, white freightliner, won't you steal away my mind







Well, it's bad news from Houston

Half my friends are dying

Well, it's bad news from Houston

Half my friends are dying

Oh, white freightliner, won't you steal away my mind







Lordy, Lord I'm gonna ramble

Till I get back to where I came

Lordy, Lord I'm gonna ramble

Till I get back to where I came

Till that white freightliner's gonna haul away my brain