Shane MacGowan And The Popes - Truck Drivin' Man lyrics

Where the howling wind sings a lonesome tune You can hardly see the moon Twilight error is my CB name Drive a big Mack truck I got a truck stop dame Got some bear on my trail I pull over I think of jail I said my name is Forrest Gump Then I blew his arm off with my twelve gauge pump I blew his guts out thru his back Heard his spine make a sickening crack He's still wriggling, he ain't dead Put the gun to his mouth, blew off his head There's a lynching on highway nine 3 n******gs messin with white mans kind Step on the gas, I'm just in time To see them swingin while the cold wind whines Shoot that sh** boy, shoot that speed Whip that b**h boy until she bleeds Give some moonshine some more morphine Another fix of Methedrine Truck drivin man is what I am Just give me p**y junk and gin I'll pray to God to forgive my sins Truck drivin man in the howling wind