**Verse 1** Sun punches through my windshield like it owns the place, I’m already doing things this truck can’t legally face. Grand Canyon flashes a grin like “Missed that turn again?” Whatever, I hang a U-turn big enough to scare the wind. Utah’s red rock country starts talking trash, Arches flexing like they wanna throw hands fast. I slam that pedal till the turbo threatens to quit, Highway patrol closes their blinds pretending they didn’t see it. **Chorus** I’m a highway hellraiser with a freight to haul, Burning diesel, breaking rules, making road signs bawl. I keep America stocked, whether I jog or brawl, If chaos needs a driver, I’m the one they call. From Maine ice storms to the Baja shine, I’m the outlaw freak of the dotted line. My rig’s too big, my patience too small, But yeah… I still keep this country supplied and all. **Verse 2** St. Louis Arch squints at me like “Please behave,” But I’m already blasting through like freedom’s slave. Midwest fields wave like I’m headlining a show, Corn chanting my name like a NASCAR row. Chicago wind slaps me around like it’s personal beef, Snow piling up like “sign your will, you’re not getting relief.” Kentucky backroads whisper “Bet you won’t,” So I do the thing they meant and the thing they hoped I won’t. **Chorus** I’m a highway hellraiser with a freight to haul, Burning diesel, breaking rules, making road signs bawl. I keep America stocked, whether I jog or brawl, If chaos needs a driver, I’m the one they call. From Maine ice storms to the Baja shine, I’m the outlaw freak of the dotted line. My rig’s too big, my patience too small, But yeah… I still keep this country supplied and all. **Verse 3 (Completely unhinged road-rage carnival)** Four-wheel daredevils zipping by like caffeinated bees, Swerving so hard their insurance screams please. One guy brake-checks me in a Prius with dents, Sir, I haul freight heavier than your rent. Someone flips me off with a hand so frail, My rig could turn that sentiment into a cautionary tale. I let them zip by with their little pride parade, Because I’m not going to jail over someone’s bad decade. **Bridge** Golden Gate gleams like it wants to bet, Fog crawling in like “you ain’t done yet.” Border to border, there’s one creed I trust: Deliver the load, survive the dust, and try not to combust. **Final Chorus** I’m a highway hellraiser with a freight to haul, Burning diesel, breaking rules, making road signs bawl. I keep America stocked, whether I jog or brawl, If chaos needs a driver, I’m the one they call. From Maine ice storms to the Baja shine, I’m the outlaw freak of the dotted line. My rig’s too big, my patience too small, But yeah… I still keep this country supplied and all.
