I stopped at a roadhouse in Texas It was a little place called Hamburger Dan's And I heard that old jukebox a-playin' A song about a truck drivin' man Pour me another cup of coffee For it is the best in the land I'll put a nickel in the jukebox And play The Truck Drivin' Man The waitress just brought me some coffee I thanked her but called her again I said, "That ol' song sure does fit me" "'Cause I am a truck drivin' man" Pour me another cup of coffee For it is the best in the land I'll put a nickel in the jukebox And play The Truck Drivin' Man I climbed back on board my old semi And then like a flash I was gone I got them ol' truck wheels a-rollin I'm on my way to San Antone Pour me another cup of coffee For it is the best in the land I'll put a nickel in the jukebox And play The Truck Drivin' Man And play The Truck Drivin' Man

He's a drug store truck drivin' man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town Well he's got him a house on the hill He plays country records Till you've had your fill He's a fireman's friend He's an all night DJ But he sure does think different From the records he plays He's a drug store truck drivin' man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town Well he don't like the young folks I know He told me one night on his radio show He's got him a medal he won in the war Weighs five hundred pounds And he sleeps on his floor He's a drug store truck drivin' man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town He's been like a father to me He's the only DJ you can hear after three I'm an all night musician in a rock 'n' roll band And why he don't like me, I can't understand He's a drug store truck drivin' man He's a head of the Ku Klux Klan When summer rolls around He'll be lucky if he's not in town He'll be lucky if he's not in town (This one's for you, Ralph)