[Intro] Cold steel bumper on a faded black nose Stacks screaming loud wherever the highway goes Seattle rain in the mirrors behind Outlaw 359, built for another long ride [Verse 1] Loaded up potassium, Washington sky Three trailers rolling and a mountain to climb Fifteen hundred miles with the hammer down Crossing every state, every trucking town The old Pete growls like a beast from hell Every shift and every gear rings like a bell No damage, no tickets, keeping it clean Living the trucking dream machine [Pre-Chorus] Chrome ain't needed when the engine speaks That outlaw thunder shakes the concrete [Chorus] I'm rolling in my Peterbilt 359 Outlaw Long hood legend with a devil's drawl From Seattle down to Lamar's lights Burning diesel through the western nights That exhaust howls like a freight train storm Old school trucking in its purest form No GPS can tell my soul where to go I'm an Outlaw 359 king of the road [Verse 2] Colorado sunrise on a loaded run Still hearing those straight pipes one by one Turnpike trailers dancing in the wind The old Pete keeps pulling again and again Then frozen food headed back northwest Port Angeles calling from the edge of the west Seventeen hundred miles beneath my wheels This truck reminds me how freedom feels [Pre-Chorus] Every mountain grade, every desert line The old black Peterbilt is holding fine [Chorus] I'm rolling in my Peterbilt 359 Outlaw Long hood legend with a devil's drawl From Seattle down to Lamar's lights Burning diesel through the western nights That exhaust howls like a freight train storm Old school trucking in its purest form No GPS can tell my soul where to go I'm an Outlaw 359 king of the road [Bridge] Rain in Washington Dust in Colorado Two thousand miles later Still nowhere I'd rather go The fuel bill's high But I don't care at all You don't buy a legend To drive economical [Breakdown] Black smoke rising Straight pipes crying Texas plates shining The outlaw keeps flying REJECTED on the door Western highways calling more [Final Chorus] I'm rolling in my Peterbilt 359 Outlaw Long hood legend with a devil's drawl Seattle to Lamar, then back again Through mountains, plains and endless wind The road keeps turning, the miles unfold Some trucks get old, this one grows bold When the sun goes down and the stacks still roar My Peterbilt Outlaw wants one run more [Outro] Port Angeles sunset fading slow The old Pete idles with a thunderous glow Another long haul written in the chrome Outlaw 359... carrying me home.
