SHE HIDES BEHIND
STORM TRUCKIN' LADY
CUTS RIGHT ACROSS MY LANE
SHOTGUN BY HER SIDE
TRAVELLIN' BOUT A MILE A MINUTE
MUSTA GOT SOMETHIN' TO HIDE
SHE'S MY TICKET TO RIDE
BEG STEAL OR BORROW
SHE'LL LEAVE YOU HIGH AND DRY
NO NEED FOR SORROW
WON'T EVER SEE HER CRY
CHORUS:
ONCE SHE'S GOT THE LOAD SHE HITS THE ROAD
SAID SOMEDAY SHE'LL SETTLE DOWN
A FAST COMMUNICATOR WITH AN OPEN CARBURETOR Y
OU ONLY SEE THE EYES SHE HIDES BEHIND
STORM TRUCKERS RUNNIN'
SMOKIN' UNDERNEATH THE HOOD
LIKE A BURNIN' FLAME
SAID SHE'D BE YOUR LOVER
SO MISUNDERSTOOD BUT SHE NEVER GOT YOUR NAME
BEG STEAL OR BORROW
SHE LIKES HER SHOT OF RYE
STRAIGHT LIKE AN ARROW
DON'T LOOK HER IN THE EYE-STRAIGHT IN THE EYE
ONCE SHE STARTS TO ROLL
AND HEADS TO CRAZY TOWN
MEETS YOU IN THE DOME
BEFORE SHE RUNS YOU DOWN