G My baby drives a Peterbilt Its F wheels are big and G mean
Stack pipes fill the air with smoke She's F proud of that ma- G chine

G I met her in El Centro In the F men's room of a G bar
We consummated our relationship In the F front seat of my G car

chorus:

G___F____G____F
Motor life is so sinful Her home is on the road
Each night she's with another truck stop man Who's carryin' a heavy load

She wants me to be true to her She comes home once a month
Her mustache caked with vomit And teeth marks on her butt

chorus: G Well, Big Ugly Wheels F Rollin' on down the line, G
Big Ugly Wheels F Draggin' that gal of mine C home
F Well I G should have let her roam C

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