Truck Drivin’ Man - Shane MacGowan, The Popes

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 Niggers 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 shit boy, shoot that speed

Whip that bitch boy until she bleeds

Give some moonshine some more morphine

Another fix of Methedrine

Truck drivin man is what I am Just give me pussy junk and gin

I’ll pray to God to forgive my sins

Truck drivin man in the howling wind