I stopped at a roadhouse in TexasWas a little place called Hamburger DanI heard that old jukebox playingA song by a truck-driving manThe waitress, she brought me some coffeeI thanked her and called her againI said that old song should have spit meCause I'm a truck-driving manSo pour me another cup of coffeeFor it is the best in the landI'll pour a quarter in the jukeboxAnd play that truck-driving manI climbed back on board that old semiAnd just like a flash I was goneI had them old truck wheels a-rollin'I'm on my way to San AntonioSo pour me another cup of coffeeFor it is the best in the landI'll pour a quarter in the jukeboxAnd play that truck-driving manAnd play that truck-driving man
