歌词
My baby drives a Peterbilt
Its wheels look big and mean
Stacked pipes fill the air with smoke
She's proud of that machine
Well I met her in El Centro
In the men's room of a bar
We consummated our relationship
In the front seat of my car
Well, big ugly wheels
Rolling on down the line
Big ugly wheels
Dragging that gal of mine home
When you shoulda let her roll
Lord, her life's so sinful
Her home is on the road
Each night she's with another truck stop man
That's carrying a heavy load
She wants me to be true to her
She comes home once a month
Her mustache caked with vomit
And teeth marks on her butt
Well, big ugly wheels
Rolling on down the line
Big ugly wheels
Dragging that gal of mine home
When you shoulda let her roll
Lord, I hope I wake from this nightmare
And someday she'll be gone
Life with her's so frightening
Why can't she just move on?
Well, big ugly wheels
Rolling on down the line
Big ugly wheels
Dragging that gal of mine home
When you shoulda let her roll
