James Taylor — Brother Trucker

Breaker number nine, big buddy, put your ears on me now This trucker got to have a big line tonight Come on sucker, come back Brother Trucker yeah I keep seeing double unless I close one eye And I've got to roll, roll, roll Brother Trucker Sure nuff ashamed about the shape I'm in Roll, roll, roll Brother Trucker, I'm back on my wheels again Roll, roll, roll Brother Trucker, someone to love the truck driving man now Roll, roll, roll Brother Trucker, I'm back on my wheels again I'm a driving fool, I make my own rules One part man and one part mule, one part fossil fuel I got the heart of steel, I pull eighteen wheels Mister Nine to Five in his Coupe de Ville No, never know how it feels To really roll, roll, roll Brother Trucker Holding my own just the best as I can Roll, roll, roll Brother Trucker, I'm back on my wheels again Roll, roll, roll Brother Trucker, outward bound from South Bend Roll, roll, roll Brother Trucker, I'm back on my wheels again Moon over New Jersey, big state police here Well, I'm in a hurry, could you let me go in peace? I'm an independent, I don't make no Teamster dough Cause the A.F.L. and the C.I.O. still don't own the road And the only man telling me where to go is the man who owns my load He says roll, roll, roll Brother Trucker I say where and you say when Roll, roll, roll, Brother Trucker, get back on your wheels again Roll, roll, roll, Brother Trucker, turn the goddamn thing around and do it again Roll, roll, roll, Brother Trucker, back on my wheels again Fat bucket, I'm back on my wheels again I am running out of whites Goddam, dim them headlights now Two hours sleep in the last two nights But that won't be alright tonight I am hot as a pistol, dry as a bone I'm coming on home and I hope my bed's alone Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll