There's a sundown girl, her name is Mandy Lane
She's a free-livin' mama on a high-level plane
Gentleman calls at her front gate
You can hear him holler both early and late
Keep on truckin' mama, truckin' till the break of day
I said keep on truckin' mama, truckin' till the break of day
Oh you're the best truck driver this end of town
And you do your drivin' from your hips on down
Keep on truckin' mama, truckin' till the break of day, I say
Truckin' till the break of day
Now you keep on doin' what you done last night
They put your yes-yes back in jail
I said you keep on doin' what you done last night
They put your yes-yes back in jail
Well you come through the door just a raisin' sand
Tell what you been doin' by the way you stand
Keep on truckin' mama, truckin' till the break of day, I say
Truckin' till the break of day
Now big industry's come into our town
We got profit and a progress just a spreadin' all around
We got a big cotton mill and a plastics plant
And a sign in Mandy's window down on Fourth and Grant… Says
If I can't sell it, gonna keep sittin' on it
Never catch me givin' it away
Hey, now if I can't sell it, gonna keep sittin' on it
Never catch me givin' it away
Don't care how keen my competition might be
I ain't givin' samples away for free
If I can't sell it, gonna keep sittin' on it
Never catch me givin' it away, I say, never catch me givin' it away
Now if I can't move it out on the open market
Takin' all my business back home
Now if I can't move it out on the open market
Startin' me a little industry at home
Don't care if your name is Richard, Bill or Tom
Knock on my door and it's, "Hello John!"
If I can't sell it, gonna keep sittin' on it
Never catch me givin' it away, I say
Never catch me givin' it away, Oh No!
Never catch me givin' it, well, hardly ever
Never catch me givin' it away