When I talk, talk on the CB
Yeah, I scare men
My, my tire knockers rock the parking lot
Quite a lot, yeah!

Rolled around forty then roared down ten
Released my cargo around the big bend
I always take my time
A maverick moon miner sipping sunshine

Hauled ass to Memphis, I spoke to the Pharaoh
He told me his dreams, I counted the sparrows
Steve McQueen got nothing on me
I'll take you back west of pleiades

Chorus:
You want someone to talk to?
Well, I'm your man!
I've seen it all
And I know where you live

High time honey, hell yeah!
What you know, I'm back again, yeah!
Roll, roll down highways
With a vengeance, yeah!

I never, ever sweated
For the fortune and fame game
Nevertheless, I'm flying down the left lane
I always pay my dues, so sit your ass down
I'll show you how they used to

A preacher, a trucker, a high roller
A holy rolling, preaching, rolling trucker

Writer : FALLON/SULT/MAINES/GASTER
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC