Boxcar Willie Truck Drivin' Son Of A Gun
I got a cute little gal in every eastern town, From Boston to St Louis. There's some that I ain't even met, An't I'm a-lookin' forward to, 'Cause I like my women, (He likes his women.) Everywhere I go. (Everywhere he goes.) So roll on big wheels, Don't you roll too slow. Peggy Ann is waitin' in Memphis, There's a Betty Lou in Maine. Got a good ol' gal in Nashville, Man, I forgot her name, Not her figure. (Not her figure.) Oh, I remember that. (He remembers that.) I'm a kiss stealin', wheelin' dealin', Truck drivin' son of a gun.
Well there goes Joe, flyin' low, Making up his time. But from where I sit I don't believe, You'd say I'm wastin' mine. I'm movin' faster, (Movin' faster.) Than a Jimmy-8. (Than a Jimmy-8.) An' if you think I'm losin' time, You're runnin' late.
I got a pretty little baby a-waitin', Back home for me. There are six more towns to go, Till I'm back in Tennessee, And six more women, (Six more women?) At least, I know. (At least, he knows.) I'm a kiss stealin', wheelin' dealin', Truck drivin' son of a gun.
Mmm yeah.
Oh, I got a steady little baby. Er, no: make that six steady little ladies, Yeah, they all waiting in Tennessee. Hey, West Memphis comin' up. There's the old Tennessee sign. Uh oh, there's Smokey. Better back off here. Easy does it.
