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I don't feel and I feel great
And we all did
This truckers atlas roads the ways
I'm going up, going over to Montana
And we all did
Do you speak the lingo?
And the writing in the salt says
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
Road locomotive phone
And the writing in the stall said
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Beeline you might drive three days
Three nights to the tip of Florida
This truckers atlas roads the ways

Beeline you might drive three days
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
Road locomotive phone
And we bled

You knew you were all hot

You start at the northwest corner
You got yourself a trucker's atlas

I'm going to New York City and that's in New York, friends

We ride out to the stars

I'm going up to Alaska
You start at the northwest corner
Oh oh no
I do lines and I crossed roads

We write our maps in the stalls

I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I'm going to Colorado to unload my head
This truckers atlas roads the ways
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
Road locomotive phone
I don't feel and I feel great
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
I'm going up, going over to Montana
Go down through California

I'm going to Arizona
No no
Road locomotive phone
The freeways and highways don't know

How far does your road go?
Oh no, you don't know
I'm going to Arizona

I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free
This truckers atlas roads the ways

Do you speak the lingo?
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
The buzz from the bird on my dash
The freeways and highways don't know
And we all did

I'm going up to Alaska
Go down through California
You knew you were all hot