Woman Truck Drivin' Fool

I've heard guys tell a-their sweethearts
 Of how they sew and cook
 I've heard so many stories, I could probably write a book
 Now, listen, while I tell you, and don't think I blew my cool
 But this gal, I'm gonna tell you
 Is a woman truck-drivin' fool
 She's named her rig 'The Applejack'; it's the fastest one I've seen
 There's curtains in the windows with polka dots of green
 If you ever try to race her, that's when you'll learn a rule
 There'll be no need to tell you
 That she's a woman truck-drivin' fool
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 She hauls freight from St. Louis, to New Orleans and back
 You oughta see her jam the gears; watch the black smoke from her stack
 You can rave about your women, but here's one died in the wool
 Boys, I'm here to tell you
 She's a woman truck-drivin' fool
 I've heard guys tell a-their sweethearts
 Of how they sew and cook
 I've heard so many stories, I could probably write a book
 Now, listen, while I tell you, and don't think I blew my cool
 But this gal, I'm gonna tell you
 Is a woman truck-drivin' fool