Eric Church - Bad Mother Trucker

Stayed shot out of a gun

Had me at a truck stop, just north of 40

In her cab on a Flagstaff run

I was raised on jerky from here to Albuquerque

Went to school on her ol' CB

She made a name for herself, taught me how to spell

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

She is hell on wheels where the road meets the rubber

A real gear jammer, a white line wonder

Yeah, you only get one, and I wouldn't want another

'Cause mama was a bad mother, bad mother, bad mother

Bad mother trucker, baby (bad mother)

Bad

(Bad mother)

(Bad mother)

That's bad

She's the reason I rock, the reason I roll