Marianne, I've been praying we don't have to do this again
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Marianne, that man plays us like his mandolin
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And we're both better off without him
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Marianne, you get to fall asleep touching his skin
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Marianne, you don't know the shape that I'm in
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Marianne, put a spot at your table for me
'Cause you're cooking up, baby, for three
Marianne, that man's cooking us both turnip greens
Marianne, set a spot at your table for three
Marianne, it's just too far from Texas here
You're just lucky I can only last a year
Marianne, you know I'm only in this for the sin
Marianne, if I can't be an angel it's this
Instrumental verse
Trucker Speed
<Fred Eaglesmith>
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I got her letter in a little mail box
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I forgot at I had at an old truck stop
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And I read it once and read it again
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I could hardly keep from cryin'
I've been driving around the last week or so
With an empty truck I don't have a load
I don't care cause to tell you the truth
I think I might be dyin'
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And it's trucker speed, benzedrine, percocets, amphetamines
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Black beauties and west coast turnarounds
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When the coast is clear I drive with my knees, mix it all up like a recipe
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Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
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Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touching the ground
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At the side of the road he said you're a mess
When I told him she didn't leave an address
Then he got another call said wait right here
I'll be back in a little while
I put my head across my arms
Slept on the wheel for an hour or more
And I started it up and took off
Into the night
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine, percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and west coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear I drive with my knees, mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touching the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touching the ground
I've been high-centered and low throttle
When I couldn't stop I peed in a bottle
I've been so lonesome I made Hank Williams
Look like a party of five
I've been beat up broke down
Load it on a truck and drive it to town
I always thought you'd be there at the end of the line
I always thought you'd be there at the end of the line
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine, percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and west coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear I drive with my knees, mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touching the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touching the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touching the ground