13 acessos
Nine feet over the tarmac
When i´m ridin´ along in my rig
I´m feelin´ kinda easy
Got no better kick
I know every square inch
Of the cab i call my home
My rig, she´s mighty pretty
Don´t need no shiny chrome
If you take the key out, a truck won´t move
That´s my little freedom, don´t need no proof
Sometimes i get tired
Of them coffeeshops and fast food
Can be kinda depressin´
The dj digs „hey jude“
I know every square inch
Of the cab i call my home
My rig, she´s mighty pretty
Don´t need no shiny chrome