10-4 - Miles"JC" Million
Breaker 1-9, this is Midnight Rambler.
Smokey's out there playing games tonight.
Smokey's playing games,
hiding in the rear,
radar shooting lasers,
trying to catch me slipping.
Ticket writing, weight weighing,
and bandits tripping.
Go walk this rig through the trap then roll out.
Rearview mirror clean, gas pedal hammer down.
Life of a trucker, always watching my six.
Keep them wheels turning,
never miss a lick.
Bear in the bushes, blue lights flashing red.
I'm two miles up, staying three trucks ahead.
Coffee in my shaker, eyes wide open wide.
Highways calling, there ain't no place to hide.
Go walk this rig through the trap then roll out.
Rearview mirror clean, gas pedal hammer down.
Life of a trucker, always watching my six.
Keep them wheels turning,
never miss a lick.
Refuel next exit, tire thumper in my hand.
Showered and full, back on the blacktop again.
18 wheels rolling, stars up in the sky.
Another load waiting, another town goodbye.
Go walk this rig through the trap then roll out.
Rearview mirror clean, gas pedal hammer down.
Life of a trucker, always watching my six.
Keep them wheels turning,
never miss a lick.
10-4, good buddy, we rolling on.
Walk this rig down the road.
10-4, I'm gone.
