Trucking Hell

Trucking Hell

@divey

country, A minor, heavy drums, piano, violin, banjo, guitar, percussion, warm male vocal

49 27.02.2026
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Текст песни

[Intro] [Verse 1] Sun’s not up But dispatch is Coffee tastes like old regrets Logbook open Wallet thin Same three shirts That diesel scent [Interlude] White lines blur In my blood Radio preacher talkin’ sin Says keep faith Keep on pushin’ Guess he’s never pulled this rig [Chorus] It’s truckin’ hell out on this road Haulin’ every debt I owe Every mile’s another stone In my rearview soul Swear I’m just one breakdown from Turnin’ this whole thing around But I grind that gear and tell myself Keep rollin’ through this truckin’ hell [Verse 2] Phone lights up Kid’s score updates “Dad We won You should’ve seen” I pull over by a cornfield Let that message hit me clean [Interlude] Greasy counter Name tag “Marge” She says “Baby You look beat” I just smile Tip my cap Leave my heart on that cracked seat [Chorus] It’s truckin’ hell out on this road Haulin’ every debt I owe Every mile’s another stone In my rearview soul Swear I’m just one breakdown from Turnin’ this whole thing around But I grind that gear and tell myself Keep rollin’ through this truckin’ hell [Bridge] One more ramp One more load One more promise overdue If this old cab Had a confessional It’d be stained with “almost through” (almost through) [Chorus] It’s truckin’ hell out on this road Haulin’ every debt I owe Every mile’s another stone In my rearview soul Swear I’m just one heartbreak from Leavin’ this old life in town But I light that smoke and tell myself Keep rollin’ through this truckin’ hell Yeah I fire her up and tell myself Keep rollin’ through this truckin’ hell [Outro]

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