Big Ugly Wheels - Live

My baby drives a Peterbilt
 Its wheels are big and mean
 Stack pipes fill the air with smoke
 She's proud of that machine
 I met her in El Centro
 In the men's room of a bar
 We consummated our relationship
 In the front seat of my car
 Well, Big Ugly Wheels
 Rollin' on down the line,
 Big Ugly Wheels
 Draggin' that gal of mine home
 Well I should have let her roam
 Motor life is so sinful
 Her home is on the road
 Each night she's with another truck stop man
 Who's carryin' a heavy load
 She wants me to be true to her
 She comes home once a month
 Her mustache caked with vomit
 And teeth marks on her butt
 Well, Big Ugly Wheels
 Rollin' on down the line,
 Big Ugly Wheels
 Draggin' that gal of mine home
 Well I should have let her roam