Truck-N-Roll (Campbell Craig)

Just blew through another red light But the cop on the corner was sippin’ his coffee The speed limit might say 35 But 65 is where he woulda clocked me On the way picking up my baby She’s sitting on the front porch waitin’ And when I get there don’t you know Gonna get in the truck-n- Roll like the Mississippi Slow like sipping on whiskey’ Go ‘round the world on a country road And who knows where we might end up Lord knows we’re gonna have a sho nuff Good time no matter where we go When we get in the truck-n-roll, roll Just gimme four wheels and a little two-lane My baby’s gonna be my little wildflower And gimme that radio playin’ George Strait Cause I know she’ll wanna turn it up louder Where the black top winds through the pastures I’ll be takin’ those right curves faster Cause I want that pretty girl sittin’ real close When we get in the truck-n- Roll like the Mississippi Slow like sipping on whiskey Go ‘round the world on a country road And who knows where we might end up Lord knows we’re gonna have a sho nuff Good time no matter where we go When we get in the truck-n-roll Somewhere we might pull off Out there where the whippoorwill calls Grab a sleepin’ bag if that’s what she wants And let it unroll while we’re sippin’ on whiskey And take it slow like the Mississippi When we get in the truck-n- Roll like the Mississippi Slow like sipping on whiskey Go ‘round the world on a country road And who knows where we might end up Lord knows we’re gonna have a sho nuff Good time no matter where we go When we get in the truck-n-roll When we get in the truck-n-roll Hop up in the truck-n-roll, yeah