Turn yer truck around boy Y´ain´t got enough gas to get up the hill Turn yer truck around boy Y´ain´t got enough gas to get up the hill You should make a u-turn ´for you get y´self killed
Take the bus, leave yo´ wheels Free your mind, leave yo´ wheels
Trade in all the rules son Margarita & Jack take a shot at the wheel Y´ think you own the road son Got yer radio blarin´ & yo´ vision ain´t clear Gonna shake a few bones, gonna blend some steel
Take yer time decide son You can riddle the road or be the daddy of her dreams You got the reapers en his kneez Make the first the last, gonna finish right here
Gonna make a u-turn ´for you get yourself killed Gonna fill up the tank, gonna get up the hill