Truck Song (My Truck Belongs to Satan)

Well, you know me, I'm an OK bloke,

I sold my truck cos I went broke,

I tell you, that truck was my whole life.

So I'm sitting here, I'm drinking beer,

And a voice it whispers in my ear,

"My friend, I've got a truck that you can drive."

So there's this man, he's deeply tanned,

Two horns from out his forehead stand.

It was the very Devil 'fore my eyes.

I couldn't think, he gave a wink,

He bought us both a whisky drink,

Said "Earl, I'm just another truckin' guy."

You know my truck belongs to Satan,

And Satan drives a truck as well,

We got a big old load of evil sinners,

Now we're gonna drive those sinners down to Hell.

So I said to the Devil "I'm not your guy,

I'd rather drive for Jesus Christ,

Our Saviour, I believe that that's a fact."

"That hippie man drives a Kombi van,"

The Devil said with a wave of his hand,

"With a stupid fishy sticker on the back."

No matter how high or low I are,

I will not drive no German car,

The Devil and his deal was lookin' swell,

So we drank our drinks, then drank some more,

Then the Devil pointed to the door,

Said, "Lets go out and see the truck from Hell."

You know my truck belongs to Satan,

And Satan drives a truck as well,

We got a big old load of evil sinners,

Now we're gonna drive those sinners down to Hell.

And there out back in midnight black,

Was a huge and monstrous shiny Mack,

So beautiful a trucker had to cry,

Had eighteen wheels in sets of three,

That's six, six, six to you and me,

I knew I had to drive this truck or die.

Well I had to ride so I looked inside,

The seats was done in preacher hide,

It was the finest truck I ever see'd.

And the stereo was extra loud,

So you couldn't hear them sinners howl,

I signed a contract for eternity.

You know my truck belongs to Satan,

And Satan drives a truck as well,

We got a big old load of evil sinners,

Now we're gonna drive those sinners down to Hell.