"Mother Trucker" lyrics

I met her at a bar in Austin, Texas
I was playin' in a three-piece band
She was lean and mean, wearin' tight-fittin' jeans
With a bottle of tequila in her hand

For five years, we'd married forever
Just a-drinkin' and a-fightin' every day
Till that truck-drivin' school in Nashville, Tennessee
Stole her cold heart away

She's a lean, mean mother trucker
She got truck-drivin' in her soul
She's a lean, mean, mother-truckin' machine
Roll, mother trucker, roll
Roll, mother trucker, roll

I was lookin' for somethin' to write on
When the divorce papers come
So I flipped 'em over on the back side
And wrote down this truck-drivin' song

When you hear the hum of the highway
Where the rubber meets the road
You may see ol' Vicki in a baby-blue rig
Haulin' off another load
Haulin' off another load

She's a lean, mean mother trucker
She got truck-drivin' in her soul
She's a lean, mean, mother-truckin' machine
Roll, mother trucker, roll
Roll, mother trucker, roll