A Fool of a Special Kind...
Verse 1
Rollin' down the highway, pushing my old truck,
I'll reach my destination if I have all the luck.
My truck, she's a'runnin' pretty; she's a'hittin' on all eight;
I'll keep her up in thirteenth gear and pray I won't be late.
At four o'clock this morning - I left that Denver town,
I pulled her out on the concrete slab,-Shaky City bound.
The lights of the mile-high city, they were quickly left behind.
Heaven knows that a truckin' man is a fool of a special kind.
Chorus:
Now I've got some time to think about the things that bother me,-
Things that keep a'runnin' through my mind.
They're things that wouldn't ever bother other folks at all,-
'Cause you've got to be a fool of a special kind.
Verse 2
I used to be a family man; had a wife, a home and all,-
With kids in every corner,-Yeah,' my life was a'standin' tall!
I had myself a real good job,-workin' from eight to five!'
It wouldn't be far from the truth to say I was the happiest man alive!
Then I fell in love with an eighteen wheeler and I guess I'm really stuck
Between that alimony check and the payments on my truck.
I listen to that 2-way shout, "Cotton-picker, how y'all a'doin?',"
And I feel like shoutin' back at him, "This old truck's gonna be my ruin!"
Chorus:
Now I've got some time to think about the things that bother me,-
Things that keep a'runnin' through my mind.
They're things that wouldn't ever bother other folks at all,-
'Cause you've got to be a fool of a special kind.
Tag:
And I guess that I'm a fool of a special kind,-
Yeah, old Buddy, I'm a Fool of a Special Kind.
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