Get Outta My Way!

I’m cruising down the highway, with a family to feed. I’ve gotta load for Vegas, I’m needin’ some speed. And there he is in front of me-- just cruizin’ along Not a care in the world, singing a song, And I’m behind him, tires smoking the road And he’s crawling at 50, moving like a toad. Get outta my way, boy, (This load’s gotta move.) Get outta my way, now, (I gotta need for speed.) Get outta my way now, (Just let me around) Get outta my way--get outta my way-- or I’ll run you down! I’m moving down the highway, haulin’ this load, Missing my family in this bitter cold. Ice on the highway, black as pitch, But I gotta move it along, and scratch an itch. And now in front of me, going real slow Is a little old fellow, wo’s afraid of the snow. Get outta my way boy (This load’s gotta move) Get outta my way now (I gotta need for speed) Get outta my way now (Just let me around)-- get outta my way--get outta my way-- or I’ll run you down! As I tavel through life now, as I move it along I run into people who do me wrong. They slow me down when I need to speed. They don’t know about the trucker’s highway creed When I’m snugged up behind them, when frustration mounts I stick my head outta the window and start to shout: Get outta my way boy (This load’s gotta move) Get outta my way now (I gotta need for speed) Get outta my way now (Just let me around)-- get outta my way--get outta my way-- or I’ll run you down!