"That's Not Me" lyrics

I listen to the radio every minute that I can
I like to hear those country songs about the truck-drivin' man
He's the coffee-drinkin', jukebox-playin' cowboy of the road
He's the terror of the road patrol, with his swayin' load
And this outlaw of the highway, like the sailor out at sea
Has a girl in every truck stop – wish it could be me

Oh, I do the best to live up to the image that I should
But someone, somewhere got it all wrong – I'm not goin' very good
Why, just look at me in this beat-up truck, with whiskers on my chin
Hell, I've been bogged for hours with a load of wool, and this ol' temper's gettin' pretty thin
And even when I get a route, and make it to the Shell cafe, mate
Aw, who wants to play that jukebox – hey there, just bring me some eggs and steak
Come on, man

Now, show me those willing waitresses those cowboys sing about
All the good sorts on the run that I do just can't wait to throw me out
They don't like these shorts and singlets all covered with grease and stuff
The sight of my old swayback rig is enough to turn 'em off, huh
I know I'm not a romantic figure, but I tell ya, if you're stuck
You won't go wrong, mate, if you call a bloke who drives a truck

Yeah, I listen to the radio every minute that I can
I like to hear those country songs about the truck-drivin' man
He's the coffee-drinkin', jukebox-playin' cowboy of the road, heh
He's the terror of the road patrol, with his swayin' load
And this outlaw of the highway, like the sailor out at sea
Has a girl in every truck stop – that's not me
Aw, well

Still got my truck, you know
She's a beauty, mate