Born To Roll

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My Mama had me in the sleeper of a diesel
She never heard about a cradle by the fireside
Her and Daddy takin' turns behind a steering wheel
Listen to the wingin’ wind Singing me a lullaby

I got my baby teeth a-chewing on a naughahyde
I got my baby bottle seated at the truck stop
Mama taught me how to read from a road map
Countin' out the billboards
Lookin' for a speed trap

CHORUS
Upstate, Interstate, livin’ on a highway
Dirt road, every load, anyway's my way
Two lane, four lane, deep snow, heavy rain
Listen to the DJ, rolling down the road
Oh yeah - I was born to roll

My Daddy taught me how to drive when I was sixteen
I got my chauffеr's by the time that I was sevеnteen
When I was twenty-one and Ma and Pa were tired
They traded in their Peterbilt and bought a little motorhome

I kept my savings and I put it in a semi
Hauling everything from underwear to dynamite
You can keep the mortgage and the diapers and the drano
I'll take the highway from Boston to Austin

Yeah baby

Upstate, Interstate, livin' on a highway
Dirt road, every load, anyway's my way
Two lane, four lane, deep snow, heavy rain
Listen to the DJ, rolling down the road
Oh yeah - I was born to roll

-[Instrumental break - pedal steel / fiddle]-

Upstate, Interstate, livin' on a highway
Dirt road, every load, anyway's my way
Two lane, four lane, deep snow, heavy rain
Listen to the DJ, rolling down the road
Oh yeah - I was born to roll

Oh yeah - I was born to roll

Oh yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah…
I was born to roll

-[Instrumental boogie picks up]-

Running down to Nashville, next stop Knoxville
Coming down to Louisville, man alive
Driving on the shoulder, ten years older
Red line kicking into overdrive
Two lane blacktop
Doublewide can’t stop...

-[Fade out]-

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