Diesel Driving Daddy
My trucks wound up and ready to roll
Got a good buddy working for the highway patrol
So if I get a ticket or two it’s gonna be alright
But the Sheriff and his boys in Estelline
Unless they’re out to lunch at the Dairy Queen
Will be itching to turn on those red, white and blue lights
Just like my daddy I was born a drifter
Got a rebel heart and an eight ball shifter
Horns on the hood and a forty channel CB
Something’s you never leave home without
Like your bible, log book or driving route
Or you’re best of Dale Watson on CD
CHORUS
Well I’m a diesel driving daddy don’t you get in my lane
Putting the petal to the metal bringing eighteen wheels of pain
Been in love broke some hearts settled down long enough to replace the parts
And kicked a little asphalt along the way
It’s a lonely life living on the road
When the only friend of yours is the radio
But even he fades in and out every now and then
Maybe someday I’ll find the right one
She could shift a gear and let me ride shotgun
And knows how to get this ol’ big rig to spin
CHORUS
Well I’m a panhandlin’ manhandlin’
Post holin’ high rollin’ dust bowlin’ daddy
There ain't no blood in my veins
I just got them four lanes of hard Amarillo Highway
(Aaron Watson, Neal Lowry, Terry Allen)
© 2002 Sonnet Publishing