She fixes her hair every morning, long before seven o'clock. She'll tell you with her hair that piled up, she feels closer to God. And she fires up that old Chevy, gets to the truckers in time.
The world is waiting in the drive, another day begins. We wake up barely half alive, here we go again. We pay our bills and we don't complain. We just drive faster in the carpool lane.
(written by Matreca Burg and Randy Scruggs). . The world is waiting in the drive, another day begins. We wake up early half alive, here we go again. We pay our bills and we don't complain.
She fixes her hair every morning. Long before seven o'clock. She'll tell you with her hair that piled up. She feels closer to God. . And she fires up that old Chevy.
The world is waiting in the drive, another day begins. We wake up barely half alive, here we go again. We pay our bills and we don't complain. We just drive faster in the carpool lane.