Trucker Speed Songtext
von Fred Eaglesmith

I got her letter in an old mail box
I forgot I had at a little truck stop
And I read it once, and then I read it again
I could hardly keep from cryin′

I've been drivin′ around the last week or so
With an empty truck, I don't have a load
And I don't care ′cause to tell you the truth
I think I might be dying

And it′s trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin′ the ground

At the side of the road, he said you're a mess
When I told him she didn′t leave an address
Then he got another call said wait right here
I'll be back in a little while


I put my head across my arms
Slept on the wheel for an hour or more
And I started it up and took off into the night

And it′s trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground

I′ve been high-centered, low throttle
When I couldn′t stop, I peed in a bottle
I've been so lonesome I made Hank Williams
Look like a party of five

I′ve been beat up, broke down
Loaded on a truck and driven into town
I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line
I always thought she′d be there at the end of the line


And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up in a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain′t touchin' the ground

Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin′ the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain′t touchin' the ground