I Drive A Truck, It Carries Money

And Everyday, I Dream Up My Fantasies

Yesterday, I Bought My Beach House

A Little Place Just Off The Coast Of France

Everyday, I Think Of Money

Everyday, I Think Of Running



I Love My Truck, I Love My Family

Stacked In The Back, The Good Life Surrounds Me

Could Tie My Right Hand Man

And Put Him Some Place

Then I'd Ditch The Truck

And Buy A New Face

Everyday, I Think Of Money

Everyday, I Think Of Someway



It Can't Buy You Love

It Can't Give You A Soul

Can Pick You Up

Can Down You Low

Can Drag You Out, Of The Hole

You Dug

Yourself

Out Of ... Again



Sat In A Truck, It Carries Convicts

My Hands Are Bound, To The Seat By Handcuffs

Tomorrow, I'll Maybe Walk Around The Yard

Or Paint In My Cell, And Hate Imprisonment

Everyday I Think Of Money

Everyday I Miss My Family