Eric Church - Bad Mother Trucker

Bad
(Bad mother)
Yeah, she was a bread winner, ain't no stoppin' her
Stayed shot out of a gun
Had me at a truck stop, just north of 40
In her cab on a Flagstaff run
I was raised on jerky from here to Albuquerque
Went to school on her ol' CB
She made a name for herself, taught me how to spell
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
She is hell on wheels where the road meets the rubber
A real gear jammer, a white line wonder
Yeah, you only get one, and I wouldn't want another
'Cause mama was a bad mother, bad mother, bad mother
Bad mother trucker, baby (bad mother)
Bad
(Bad mother)
(Bad mother)
That's bad
She's the reason I rock, the reason I roll
I make my livin' on this road
The reason that smoke stays in the stack
My gone don't wanna go back