Born To Haul

1) The world didn’t change when the morning broke, It shifted gears in a cloud of smoke. Doctor said "It’s a boy," handled with care, But I saw a co-pilot gasp for air. Didn't take a week ‘fore I packed his bag, Strapped the car seat in the cab of my old Stag. Mama was worried, said "It’s too loud!" But he looked at the dashboard and looked mighty proud. (Pre-Chorus) (Tempo stays steady, but chords ring out longer) Crying at home? Yeah, he screamed his lungs out. But the moment I turned that ignition about... (Chorus) He don’t need a cradle, he don’t need a rock, Just give him eighteen wheels and a city block! The rumble of the engine is the only lullaby, That makes him close his little blue eyes. Born for the highway, raised on the line, My little gear-jammer is doing just fine. (Verse 2) (Back to picking, but bass comes in walking) Now, here’s the funny thing about his nose, He hates the smell of a fresh-cut rose. Mama put on perfume, expensive and sweet, He cried so hard, kicked his little feet. But I came in covered in grease and 10W-30, Hands all rough and my t-shirt dirty— He cracked a smile wide as the interstate, Like he knew that oil was his natural fate. (Bridge) (Rhythm changes – muted strumming, percussive, mimicking an engine chugging) Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug, pistons firing, Baby’s not crying, baby’s admiring. Diesel pump smell? That’s his Eau de Cologne. Put him in the sleeper, he feels right at home. (Build up!) Yeah, he feels right at home! (Chorus) He don’t need a cradle, he don’t need a rock, Just give him eighteen wheels and a city block! The rumble of the engine is the only lullaby, That makes him close his little blue eyes. Born for the highway, raised on the line, My little gear-jammer is doing just fine. (Outro) (Slowing down, gentle strumming) Yeah, save the college fund, don't need no degree. I can tell by the way he holds the key... He’s gonna drive a truck... just like me.