[Verse] I pulled into town with my trailer in tow, Big ol' diesel hummin', movin' mighty slow. Tried to park it near the diner by the old fairground, But Lord, I need twenty acres just to turn it around. [Chorus] Twenty acres, that's the room I require, To keep this rig from tanglin' in a telephone wire. Folks stop and stare, I’m the talk of the town, 'Cause I need twenty acres just to turn it around. [Verse] The sheriff came by, said, "Son, what’s the deal? You’re blockin’ Main Street with your big ol' steel!" I tipped my hat, said, "I’m just passin' through, But I need twenty acres to spin this caboose." [Chorus] Twenty acres, that's the room I require, To keep this rig from tanglin' in a telephone wire. Folks stop and stare, I’m the talk of the town, 'Cause I need twenty acres just to turn it around. [Bridge] From Texas to Montana, it’s always the same, This eighteen-wheeler plays a big ol' game. Parking lots and alleyways, they ain’t my friend, I need a big ol' pasture where the curves will bend. [Verse] Now I’m out on the highway, the open road’s mine, Got the pedal to the metal, everything feels fine. But next time I pull off, where the fences are down, I’ll make sure there’s twenty acres to turn it around.
