I was born in the sleeper
of a Peterbilt rig
Somewhere on the road
My mama was a lady
who could handle any truck
And hold any kind of a load
Well, I learned how to talk on an old CV
And how to read from a highway map
I started riding big trucks
before I was five,
sittin' on my mama's leg
Well, I'm a highway cowboy,
my truck is a mobile home
I'm a highway cowboy,
the road is all I ever know
Tomorrow I might find me in Vichytown,
next day in Old St. Paul
But I'd drive all the way to Timbuktu
If you'd give me something I can hold
Now my daddy told my mama
how to drive his old rig
She would go with him from time to time
And it didn't take long
to learn all the ropes
And turn it around on a day
One day daddy left and he didn't return
He took off with the women and the booze
And my mama raised me to
be a highway cowboy,
she had to fill my daddy's shoes
Well, I'm a highway cowboy,
the truck is a moving home
I'm a highway cowboy,
the road is all I ever know
Well, tomorrow might find
me in Vichy Tower,
well, the next day in Old St. Paul
But I'd drive all the way to Timbuktu
If you'd give me something I can hold
Well, I'm a highway cowboy,
my trunk is a mobbin' haul
I'm a highway cowboy,
the road is all I ever know
Tomorrow might find me in Bichita
Well, the next day in Old St. Paul
But I'll drive all the way to Timbuktu
If you give me something I can hold
Well, I'm a highway cowboy,
my truck is a moving home
Well, I'm a highway cowboy,
the road is so high in Brunon