Niño Y Pistola - I Used To Drive A Truck lyrics

May '54, I used to live by the country working so hard driving a truck in harvest time. Boots, ripped overalls, cup, dirty hands. Road in front of my eyes blurry skyline in this wasteland Sun burns my skin leaning my arm out the window. Wind blows my hand, slips through my fingers so warm. Drive, 5 bucks a week. Time's not enough. Life it ain't too long.