I stopped at a roadhouse in Texas
Was a little place called Hamburger Dan
I heard that old jukebox playing
A song by a truck-driving man
The waitress, she brought me some coffee
I thanked her and called her again
I said that old song should have spit me
Cause I'm a truck-driving man
So pour me another cup of coffee
For it is the best in the land
I'll pour a quarter in the jukebox
And play that truck-driving man
I climbed back on board that old semi
And just like a flash I was gone
I had them old truck wheels a-rollin'
I'm on my way to San Antonio
So pour me another cup of coffee
For it is the best in the land
I'll pour a quarter in the jukebox
And play that truck-driving man
And play that truck-driving man
