Haulin'

Haulin', I'm haulin'

Fort Smith to

Louisville

I'm gonna see my baby

See my baby with time to kill

Well, I'm flyin', flyin'

No one on the road tonight

My radar detector's not buzzin'

No eighteen wheeler, not a cop in sight

Got a little gig in

NashvilleBeat it back to

ArkansasFollowed me all the way to

Little Rock

Sayin' something

I done was against the law

So I'm haulin', haulin'

Fort Smith to

Louisville

Gonna see my baby

Gonna see my baby with time to kill

So I'm haulin', haulin'

I'm gonna get there

Rollin' in the blue grass of

KentuckyI'm gonna get there

V-8 slappin' out real time

Deeper than a 808

Leakin' red eye gravy from my manifold

Spoutin' hot coffee from the boiler plate

I'm chewin' up the road like biscuits

Makin' all the time in the world

Sun comes up and

I'm crossin'

Kentucky state line gonna see my girl

She likes it early in the mornin'

Like it in the evening too

In between, she don't mind it

Just about any old time will do

So I'm haulin', haulin'

Fort Smith to

Louisville

I'm gonna see my baby

See my baby with time to kill

And I'm haulin', haulin'

I'm gonna get there

Rollin' in the green grass of

KentuckyYeah,

I'm gonna get there

I tell her not to worry

They couldn't pin nothin' on me

Club owner, short a hundred dollars

I do it for fun but

I still gotta eat

I cut him and

I coasted through

ConwayPut him by the side of the road

Made Fort

Smith that evening

Packed me a bag, now

I'm ready to go

And I'm haulin', haulin'

Fort Smith to

Louisville

I'm gonna see my baby

Gonna see my baby with time to kill

Flyin', flyin'

I'm gonna get there

Rollin' in the green grass of

KentuckyOh,

I'm gonna get there

Flyin', flyin'

I'm gonna get there

Rollin' in the green grass of

KentuckyOh,

I'm gonna get there, yeah