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 through 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
Three niggers messing with white man’s kind
Step on the gas, I’m just in time
To see them swinging 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 driving man is what I am
Just give me pussy, junk and gin
I’ll pray to God to forgive my sins
Truck driving man in the howling wind
Truck driving man in the howling wind
Truck driving man in the howling wind