Bad Mother Trucker

written by Eric Church, Casey Beathard, Luke Dick, and Jeremy Spillman 

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She drove an 81 Peterbilt 18 wheeler  

jet black with pink mud flaps  

it was a mean piece of metal  

with lightning in the pedal  

thunder coming out the back  

and them boys would chuckle  

when they saw her buckle  

herself in the captain’s seat  

but nobody was laughing  

when she’d go to passing  

smiling at them real sweet  

She was hell on wheels where the road meets the rubber  

a real gear jammer, a white line wonder  

yeah you only get one and I wouldn’t want another  

cause mama was a bad mother trucker  

She was a bread winner 

ain't no stop in her 

stayed shot out of a gun  

had me at truck stop just north of 40  

in her cab on a Flagstaff run  

I was raised on jerky from here to Albuquerque  

went to school on her ol’ CB  

she made a name for herself  

taught me how to spell RESPECT 

She was hell on wheels where the road meets the rubber  

a real gear jammer, a white line wonder  

yeah you only get one and I wouldn’t want another  

cause mama was a bad mother trucker  

She's the reason I rock, the reason I roll  

I make my livin on this road  

the reason that smoke stays in the stack  

my gone don't wanna go back  

bad mother, bad mother, bad mother, bad mother, bad mother trucker