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| A faded pair of levis,
Sharp pointed rough out boots, Fancy buckle on his belt, He's got that texas look. He's a cowboy, He's a diesel dogging, truck driving asphalt cowboy. He sits high in the saddle, And drags a heavy load. Cattle trailer tied behind, The best truck on the road. He's a cowboy, He's a diesel dogging, truck driving asphalt cowboy. Roads a windin' Gears a grinding, Cows a mooing, Double clutching thru. Hills a climbing, Wheels a winding, Coffee brewing, At the barby bareque, For the cowboy, He's a diesel dogging, truck driving asphalt cowboy. His engines are his horses, With an air conditioned seat. He can cross the desert now, And never feel the heat. He's a cowboy, He's a diesel dogging, truck driving asphalt cowboy. His smoke stack gives the signals, His airhorn tells the tale. Roll on little doggies, On down that asphalt trail. Hey He's a cowboy, He's a diesel dogging, truck driving asphalt cowboy. Roads a windin' Gears a grinding, Cows a mooing, Double clutching thru. Hills a climbimg, Wheels a winding, Coffee brewing, At the barby bareque, For the cowboy, He's a diesel dogging, truck driving asphalt cowboy. A' get along little doggy. He's an asphalt cowboy. Trucking driving son of a, double clutching cowboy |
| MY YOUNGEST BROTHER AND HIS TRUCK |
