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Lyrics
Back when Santa drove a semi, hhe had a big-ole gut,
He lived on red bull, beef jerkey and corn nuts,
eyes were always blood-shot red from all those sleepless nights,
and whenever he called home, why there was sure to be a fight,
Cause Mrs. Santa loved him dearly but she only saw him yearly,
She was wondering when he would return to Tennessee,
Bur Mr. Santa kept on truckin' hopin he could change is luckin',
maybe make it back for their anniversary.
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Its so hard to be a trucker,
out there on the road,
just tryin' to make a honest buck,
tryin' to get home,
some people think that it's their right,
to put us down, day and night,
but, we'll put up a darn good fight and I'll call you from the road.
Well he'd often wear a t-shirt that said "caution, wide load",
and he never brushed his teeth much when he's out on the road,
He had a silver mullet, and a long white scraggly beard,
And when somes folks got high, they said he looked like Jerry Garcia,
Well Mrs. Santa loved him dearly, but she only saw him yearly,
But Mr. Santa kept on drivin' tryin' to improve his life'n
Maybe make it back for their anniversary.
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Well it was late one night and his mind started to drift,
he picked up speed and forgot to downshift,
and Santa's rig starts to go all out of control,
It was just his luck he had his first brake failure,
He swerved the truck and flipped the trailer,
He grappled his radio and called for the state patrol,
Pay attention kids, cause it gets scarier,
when he hit that concrete barrier,
and headed for the traffic on the other side,
he let go of the wheel and went straight on like an arrow,
missed an old Mustang and hit a Camaro,
In a flaming ball of metal, poor santa died.
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