I’m a truck tire fixing man
ten hours a day I fix their tires
keeping them trucks on the road
then I go have a beer


twang, bang twang, twang
I’m a truck tire fixing man


my woman she works at Wallymart
smiles and says, “find what you wanted?”
seven kids done come along
lord o’mercy why don’t I
keep my breeches zipped


twang, bang twang, twang
I’m a truck tire fixing man


get drunk and shoot pool on Friday night
spend too much, that causes the fight
boy I wish
I could drive a rig
open road just a continually a going


twang, bang twang, twang
I a truck tire fixing man


hear them trains a passing by
lord I wonder bout the wandering life
snotty noses, coughs and colds
woman wants a new tattoo


twang, bang twang, twang
I’m a truck tire fixing man


lost the engine in my pickup truck
dang, the tires are a getting bald
day care going up
lord, you seen the price of snuff
mean the world for folks like me
dang I am going deeper in debt


twang, bang twang, twang
I’m a truck tire fixing man


mother and father in-law
come to stay,
wife a bitching, wants a bigger place
rent too high, place needs painting
social services come a calling
damn why is life so hard?


twang, bang twang, twang
I’m a truck tire fixing man

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)

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