The Mystery of Life

Peterbilt drivers don't pick up low riders

They don't slow for the curves in the road

They hate to keep logs, they hate riders on hogs

Watch out for a shift in your loadWhen I was young, I had Gene Autry guns

But I never had a Lionel train

Now I've got a truck, if I keep payments up

And it weighs thirty tons in the rainI wear Frisco jeans with riveted seams

My money is chained to my belt

I wear a Cat cap just like my pap

He drove till it ruined his healthNow, Georgia Bill Smith wore thick glasses and boots

He could see 'bout as far as he could walk

He came up too fast on that bridge overpass

Lord, the preacher sure gave a fine talkWhen I was young, I had Gene Autry guns

But I never had a Lionel train

Now I've got a truck if I keep payments up

And it weighs thirty tons in the rainI've read a few lines from the poets

And sometimes, I might cross the line

I don't know the answer to the mystery of life

But a woman sure helps pass the timeWhen I was young, I had Gene Autry guns

But I never had a Lionel train

Now I've got a truck if I keep payments up

And it weighs thirty tons in the rainWhen I was young, I had Gene Autry guns

But I never had a Lionel train

Now I've got a truck if I keep payments up

And it weighs thirty tons in the rain