That's a big ten-four
From your back door
Just put that hammer down
This young man feels
Those eighteen wheels
That keep turning 'round to
take me down to Shaky Town
I've heard all those hard luck
tales
From all of you U.S. males
I've heard you tell those
lies about the love you've know
And I've followed those highway
signs
And I've run down those thin
white lines
Like those drivers this old
road is all I call my own
That's a big ten-four
From your back door
Just put that hammer down
This young man feels
Those eighteen wheels
That keep turning 'round to
take me down to Shaky Town
(c) 1978 KORTCHMAR MUSIC
Marco Giunco |
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