Haulin'

Haulin', I'm haulin'

Fort Smith to Louisville

I'm gonna see my baby

See my baby with time to killWell, I'm flyin', flyin'

No one on the road tonight

My radar detector's not buzzin'

No eighteen wheeler, not a cop in sightGot a little gig in Nashville

Beat it back to Arkansas

Followed me all the way to Little Rock

Sayin' something I done was against the lawSo I'm haulin', haulin'

Fort Smith to Louisville

Gonna see my baby

Gonna see my baby with time to killSo I'm haulin', haulin'

I'm gonna get there

Rollin' in the blue grass of Kentucky

I'm gonna get thereV-8 slappin' out real time

Deeper than a 808

Leakin' red eye gravy from my manifold

Spoutin' hot coffee from the boiler plateI'm chewin' up the road like biscuits

Makin' all the time in the world

Sun comes up and I'm crossin'

Kentucky state line gonna see my girlShe likes it early in the mornin'

Like it in the evening too

In between, she don't mind it

Just about any old time will doSo I'm haulin', haulin'

Fort Smith to Louisville

I'm gonna see my baby

See my baby with time to killAnd I'm haulin', haulin'

I'm gonna get there

Rollin' in the green grass of Kentucky

Yeah, I'm gonna get thereI tell her not to worry

They couldn't pin nothin' on me

Club owner, short a hundred dollars

I do it for fun but I still gotta eatI cut him and I coasted through Conway

Put him by the side of the road

Made Fort Smith that evening

Packed me a bag, now I'm ready to goAnd I'm haulin', haulin'

Fort Smith to Louisville

I'm gonna see my baby

Gonna see my baby with time to killFlyin', flyin'

I'm gonna get there

Rollin' in the green grass of Kentucky

Oh, I'm gonna get thereFlyin', flyin'

I'm gonna get there

Rollin' in the green grass of Kentucky

Oh, I'm gonna get there, yeah