Diesel Drivin' Daddy

Well my truck's wound up and it's ready to roll

D

I got a good buddy workin' for the Highway Patrol

So if I get a ticket or two, It's gonna be alright

But the sheriff and his boys they're in ???

D

Unless they're out to lunch at the Dairy Queen

They'll be itchin' to turn on those red, white, and blue

lights

Well just like my daddy I was born a drifter

I got a rebel heart and eight - ball shifter

Horns on the hood and forty channel CB

Well some things you never leave home without

Like your Bible, log book, and your drivin' route

And your Best Of Dale Watson on CD

Cause I'm a diesel drivin' daddy

Don't you get in my lane

Puttin' the pedal to the medal

Bringin' eighteen wheels of pain

I've been in love

Broke some hearts

Settled down long enough to replace the parts

Kicked a little ass

Fought along the way

There's a lonely life livin' on the road

When the only friend you've got is the radio

And even he fades in and out every now and then

But maybe someday you'll find the right one

(Everyone I'm sorry, but I can't understand a word he says on this line)

Knows how to get that big ole rig to spin

Chorus

I'm a panhandlin' manhandlin'

Post holin' high rollin' dust bowlin' daddy

I ain't got no blood in my veins

I just got them four lanes

Of hard Amarillo highway

Chorus

Up and down that honky tonkin' highway

They end the song by playing these chords pretty quick, so just use barre chords.

I apologize for some of the lyrics...I know they're off a little.