CHORUS:
I'm thinkin' 'bout crankin' my ragged old truck up
And haulin' myself into town
I'm thinkin' 'bout raisin' so much doggone much hell
That I'll die 'fore I live it all down
I lay 'round this place 'til I'm blue in the face
And I may as well be underground
I'm thinkin' 'bout crankin' my ragged old truck up
And haulin' myself into town

Early this mornin' without any warnin'
I took me a look at myself, good God
I seen how this married up life I been livin'
Was tryin' to choke me to death
I laid on the bed with my gun to my head
And I nearly 'bout ended it all
But I come to myself just before I got killed
And I blowed me some holes in the wall

I'm thinkin' 'bout crankin' my ragged old truck up…..

A honky tonk man in a honky tonk band
With a honky tonk girl on my arm
I may be as ugly as an old mud-rail fence
But I'm loaded with hillbilly charm, that's right
It's my life and no wife of mine's gonna tell me
I can't go and have me some fun
So before that old heffer drives back in from Waco
You can bet your rear end I'll be gone, long gone
I'm thinkin' 'bout crankin' my ragged old truck up…..