early morning trucking at i-64
i see your feet off the floor
hanging on the window i'm sure
your skirt covering your face
yes, blown by swirling breeze
they're looking at you babe
with smile and unstoppable crave
you, you ain't have nothing
bare legs up to everything
only truckers could see you
others just looking at your toe
and i keep my eyes on highway
these vrignians drive crazy
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