Truck Drivin Man

E A I stopped at a roadhouse in Texas E B7 A little place called Hamburger Dan's E A I heard that old jukebox a-playing B7 E A song called the Truck Driving Man A The waitress then brought me some coffee E B7 I thanked her but called her again E A I said that old song sure does fit me B7 E 'Cause I'm a truck driving man A Pour me another cup of coffee E B7 For it is the best in the land E A I'll put a nickel in the jukebox B7 E And play the Truck Driving Man Instr - harmonica then fiddle A I climbed back aboard my old semi E B7 And then like a flash I was gone E A I got them old truck wheels a-rolling B7 E I'm on my way to San Antone A When I get my call up to glory E B7 They take me away from this land E A I'll herd this old truck up to Heaven B7 E 'Cause I'm a truck drivin' man A Pour me another cup of coffee E B7 For it is the best in the land E A I'll put a nickel in the jukebox B7 E And play the Truck Driving Man