Lyrics Brooks & Dunn

Brooks & Dunn

Independent Trucker

Well my daddy was a world class trucker

Took my momma on a four day trip

And she swears to me

That I was conceived

At a big rig dealership

Yeah the story goes

On the day I was born

He hit the road and never he looked back

Well my dady went

And named me a big mistake

But my momma always called me Mac

And

I'm haulin'

Chug-a-luggin through the rain and snow

Yeah I'm haulin'

Put the hammer down and let it roll

My baby's callin'

Sayin "Baby,when ya gonna come home?"

Well I'm an independant trucker

A mother lovin' overloaded on or operator

Just a tearin' up a two lane road

Yeah, I got the chrome girls

On my mud flaps

I keep my cup of coffee on my dashboard

I got a custom airbrush desert scene

And my name painted on the door

I got a cross of Jesus hung on the grill

Lights up like a Christmas tree

And any highway any time of day

That's where I wanna be

Well..

I'm haulin'

Only 700 miles to go

Yeah I'm haulin'

Put the hammer down and let it roll son

My baby's callin'

Sayin "Baby,when ya gonna come home?"

Well I'm an independant trucker

A mother lovin' overloaded on or operator

Just a tearin' up a two lane road

Yeah

I'm haulin'

Only 700 miles to go

Yeah I'm haulin'

Put the hammer down and let it roll

My baby's callin'

Sayin "Baby,when ya gonna come home?"

Well I'm an independant trucker

A mother lovin' overloaded on or operator

Just a tearin' up a two lane road

Well I'm an independant trucker

A mother lovin' overloaded on or operator

Just a tearin' up a two lane road