This rig I drive came over here on the ark
There's so many a day when the blamed old thing won't start
A tide is a thing you can look right in at the eye
But I don't care, she's good to me and she gets me there
She gets me away from that mean old woman of mine
Away from that nagging voice with its whine, whine, whine
Her fifth wheel bent, so was her pen
When we stopped away all the other guys grinned
But I don't care, she gets me there
She's slow on the road, but that's because she's old
Her front end's gone and she's mighty hard to control
There ain't another man than a driver on a dash
But I don't care, she's good to me and she gets me there
She gets me away from that mean old woman of mine
Away from that nagging voice with its whine, whine, whine
Her fifth wheel bent, so was her pen
When we stopped away all the other guys grinned
But I don't care, she gets me there
I don't care, she gets me there
I don't care, she gets me there