I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we all bled
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm gonna get off scot-f*cking-free
And we all did
his trucker's atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
I don't feel and it feels great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I did lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I'm going up
over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline, you might drive three days
And three nights to the tip of Florida
I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going up to Alaska
Gonna get off scot-f*cking-free
And we all did
I'm going up
Going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot, well
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline, you might drive three days
And three nights to the tip of Florida
Sun Kil Moon - Truckers Atlas Lyrics
Sun Kil Moon - Truckers Atlas Lyrics
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I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we all bled
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm gonna get off scot-f*cking-free
And we all did
his trucker's atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
I don't feel and it feels great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I did lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I'm going up
over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline, you might drive three days
And three nights to the tip of Florida
I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going up to Alaska
Gonna get off scot-f*cking-free
And we all did
I'm going up
Going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot, well
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline, you might drive three days
And three nights to the tip of Florida
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red
And we all bled
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm gonna get off scot-f*cking-free
And we all did
his trucker's atlas roads the ways
The freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
I don't feel and it feels great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I did lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I'm going up
over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline, you might drive three days
And three nights to the tip of Florida
I'm going to Colorado
To unload my head
I'm going to New York City
And that's in New York, friends
I'm going up to Alaska
Gonna get off scot-f*cking-free
And we all did
I'm going up
Going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot, well
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
Beeline, you might drive three days
And three nights to the tip of Florida