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Diesel In The Morning

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Daddy drove a truck I'm a trucker's son I'll be driving eighteen wheelers 'til my trucking days are done Momma lives for trucks looking good under the hood born in a cab I have trucking in the blood and it takes air brakes truck stops weigh stations too pedal to the metal coming on through fired up wired up shifting gears running on caffeine it's music to my ears I have a yearning to hear those engines burning rolling down the road to the sound of wheels turning hit the highway as day's dawning I love the smell of diesel in the morning

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