Mama Drove a Big Rig

Mama was a truck driving mother

But that don't mean that we didn't love her

Man, she did the best she could to try to raise five children

Driving that big rig for a living

Rocked 13 gears in her old Freightliner

Right between the lines is where you'd find her

Doing what she could for me and my brothers

Yeah, my mama was a truck driving mother

Every Monday morning, man, she'd head for the rig

Cheap sunglasses, cup of coffee and a cig

We'd all wave goodbye as she loaded up to go

Heading down the road for New Mexico

She never popped pills, but she hit the coffee hard

Never missed a stop at the Joplin 44

She didn't take no lip, man, she'd set them all straight

Hauling car parts to the mitten state

Mama was a truck driving mother

But that don't mean that we didn't love her

Man, she did the best she could to try to raise five children

Driving that big rig for a living

Rocked 13 gears in her old Freightliner

Right between the lines is where you'd find her

Doing what she could for me and my brothers

Yeah, my mama was a truck driving mother

Well, grandma met grandpa out on I-95

They always left my mama on her own to survive

She swore she'd never do what her momma did

She knew what it was like to be a trucker's kid

But true to her genes, she had a natural grasp

Pink-covered bible laid out on the dash

Read Proverbs 31 when she thought about her trade

Let her deeds praise her at the city gates

Mama was a truck driving mother

But that don't mean that we didn't love her

Man, she did the best she could to try to raise five children

Driving that big rig for a living

Rocked 13 gears in her old Freightliner

Right between the lines is where you'd find her

Doing what she could for me and my brothers

Yeah, my mama was a truck driving mother

Mama was a truck driving mother