She knew it about Route Three.
Oh, she blew it, you know she coulda told me.
He can´t say no, he can´t ask why.
Go through it, highway bride.
He delivers, he´s a roadsider.

He gets no road from a back seat driver.
Away we go, yes or no?
I love you honey, gimme a beer.
But just like Jerry Lee, she´s tuning in on me.
And I´ve got no defense, but it makes no difference.
´Cause just like Jerry Lee, she´s tuning in on me.
She does it easy, like a C.B.
He´s hard to hold on the rolling road.
He knows his rig´s hot, get through that roadblock.
Ten miles to go, oh, radio.
She knew it, now so does he.
Well, I love you honey, gimme a beer.
Ooh, go through it, come sit right here.