guys tell of their sweethearts,
of how they sew and cook.
I've heard so many stories,
I could probably write a book.
Now listen while I tell you,
and don't think I blew my cool,
But this gal, I'm gonna tell you,
is a woman truck driving fool.
She's named her rig the Applejack,
it's the fastest one I've seen.
There's curtains in the windows
with polka dots of green.
If you ever try to race her,
that's when you'll learn a rule.
There'll be no need to tell you,
she's a woman truck driving fool.
She hauls freight from St. Louis
In the U .R. and leans back
You ought to see her jam the gears,
watch the black smoke from her stack
You can rave about your women,
but here's one dyed in the wool
Boys, I'm here to tell you
that she's a woman truck -driving fool
I've heard guys tell of their sweethearts,
I've heard so many stories,
I could probably write a book
Now listen while I tell you,
and don't think I blew my cool
But this girl I'm gonna tell you,
is a woman drug -driving fool