I got a letter in an old mailbox
I forgot I had had a little truck stop
I read it once and I read it again
I could hardly keep from crying
With an empty truck, I don't have a load
I don't care just to tell you the truth,
I mix it all up like a recipe
Sometimes I feel like my wheels
ain't touching the ground
When I told him she didn't
and said, wait right here
I'll be back in a little while
So I put my head across my arm
Slept on the wheel for an hour or more
and took off into the night
And it's a track of speed,
Broken sets, amphetamines
Black beauties and white skulls
I mix it all up like a recipe
Sometimes I feel like my wheels
ain't touching the ground
I've been high -centered, low -throttled
When I couldn't stop, I peed in a bottle
Look like a party of five
I've been beat up, broke down,
loaded on a truck and driven into town
Always thought you'd be there
Always thought you'd be there
And it's a track of speed,
I mix it all up like a recipe
Sometimes I feel like my wheels
ain't touching the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels
ain't touching the ground
