Clutch (band) - The House That Peterbilt lyrics

When I talk, talk on the CB Yeah, I scare men My, my tire knockers rock the parking lot Quite a lot, yeah! Rolled around Forty then roared down Ten Released my cargo around the big bend I always take my time A maverick moon miner sipping sunshine Hauled a** to Memphis, I spoke to the Pharaoh He told me his dreams, I counted the sparrows Steve McQueen got nothing on me I'll take you back west of Pleiades You want someone to talk to? Well, I'm your man! I've seen it all And I know where you live High time honey, hell yeah! What you know, I'm back again, yeah! Roll, roll down highways With a vengeance, yeah! I never, ever sweated For the fortune and fame game Nevertheless, I'm flying down the left lane I always pay my dues, so sit your a** down I'll show you how they used to A preacher, a trucker, a high roller A holy rolling, preaching, rolling trucker