Bad Mother Trucker

She was one hell of a wheel, a mean mother hitchhiker,

Waiting for candies where the road meets the thunder,

A wild cougar with a body line like a natural wonder,

But he was, nevertheless, a big bad wolf mother…trucker.

oOo

That cursed morning, he appeared like a snake on the water,

On the horizont, where the thirsty red sky kisses the earth,

Leaving behind his truck a trail of dust, smoke and sticky dirt,

But he was, nevertheless, a big bad wolf mother…trucker.

oOo

She jumped all the way up into the black cabin of the sucker,

Hot and ready to attack like a cobra a poor scared mouse,

But she fell into the trap of love for the man in that house,

Becouse he was, nevertheless, a big bad wolf mother fucker.

Eric Church – Bad Mother Trucker (In Studio Performance)