Eric Church - Bad Mother Trucker lyrics

She drove an '81 Peterbilt 18-wheeler
Jet black with pink mud flaps
It was a mean piece of metal
With lightning in the pedal
Thunder comin' out the back

Them boys would chuckle when
They saw her buckle
Herself in the captain's seat
Nobody was laughin' when she'd go to passin'
Smilin' at them real sweet

She's hell on wheels where the
Road meets the rubber
A real gear jammer, a white line wonder
Yeah, you only get one and
I wouldn't want another
'Cause mama was a bad mother trucker

Bad mother, bad bad mother

Yeah, she was a bread winner
Ain't no stoppin' her
Stayed shot out of a gun
Had me at a truck stop, just north of 40
In her cab on a Flagstaff run

I was raised on jerky
From here to Albuquerque
Went to school on her old CB
She made a name for herself
Taught me how to spell r-E-S-P-E-C T

She's hell on wheels where the
Road meets the rubber
A real gear jammer, a white line wonder
Yeah, you only get one and
I wouldn't want another
'Cause mama was a bad mother, bad mother
Bad mother

Bad mother trucker, baby
Bad mother, bad mother bad, bad mother
Bad mother

She's the reason I rock, the reason I roll
I make my livin' on this road
The reason that smoke stays in the stack
My gone don't wanna go back

Bad mother, bad mother, bad
Mother, bad mother, bad mother
Bad mother, bad mother, bad mother
Bad mother
Bad mother, bad mother, bad mother trucker
Baby bad mother, bad mother trucker, baby
Bad mother, yeah, she's bad
Bad mother, she's a bad mother trucker
Bad mother, bad mother trucker, baby
Bad mother, she's a bad mother trucker
Bad mother, she's a bad mother trucker
Bad mother bad mother
Bad mother
Bad mother, she's a bad mother trucker, baby
Bad mother, she's a bad mother trucker, baby
Bad mother