Trucker Speed Lyrics Song by Fred Eaglesmith

“Trucker Speed” is a song by Canadian singer-songwriter Fred Eaglesmith, featured on his 1997 album “Lipstick, Lies & Gasoline.” This track stands out in Eaglesmith’s discography for its vivid storytelling and raw, emotional delivery. The song’s lyrics delve into the life of a long-haul trucker, painting a picture of the challenges and loneliness inherent in this profession. Eaglesmith’s distinctive voice, coupled with his skillful guitar work, creates a compelling narrative that resonates with themes of resilience, nostalgia, and the pursuit of freedom on the open road. The song has since become a favorite among Eaglesmith’s fans, showcasing his talent for capturing the essence of everyday life in his music.

Lyrics

I got her letter in an old mail box
I forgot I had at a little truck stop
And I read it once, and then I read it again
I could hardly keep from cryin’

I’ve been drivin’ around the last week or so
With an empty truck, I don’t have a load
And I don’t care ’cause to tell you the truth
I think I might be dying

And it’s trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain’t touchin’ the ground

At the side of the road, he said you’re a mess
When I told him she didn’t leave an address
Then he got another call said wait right here
I’ll be back in a little while

I put my head across my arms
Slept on the wheel for an hour or more
And I started it up and took off into the night

And it’s trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain’t touchin’ the ground

I’ve been high-centered, low throttle
When I couldn’t stop, I peed in a bottle
I’ve been so lonesome I made Hank Williams
Look like a party of five

I’ve been beat up, broke down
Loaded on a truck and driven into town
I always thought she’d be there at the end of the line
I always thought she’d be there at the end of the line

And it’s trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up in a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain’t touchin’ the ground

Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain’t touchin’ the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain’t touchin’ the ground

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