Turn yer truck around boy
Y'ain't got enough gas to get up the hill
Turn yer truck around boy
Y'ain't got enough gas to get up the hill
You should make a u-turn fo' you get y'self killed
Take the bus, leave yo' wheels
Free your mind, leave yo' wheels
Trade in all the rules son
Margarita & Jack take a shot at the wheel
Y'think you own the road son
Got yer radio blarin' & yo' vision ain't clear
Gonna shake a few bones, gonna bend some steel
Smile in style, leave yo'wheels
Ride yo' high, leave yo' wheels
Take yer time decide son
You can riddle the road or be the daddy of her dreams
You got the reapers on his kneez
Make the first the last, gonna finish right here
Yer gonna make a u-turn for you get y'self killed
Gonna fill up the tank, gonna get up the hill
Free yo' mind, leave yo' wheels
Ride yo' high, leave yo' wheels
Or yer gonna have a bang-up time
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