Scania Man

The first thing in the morning, I check my wheels and load And I climb up into my cab and head out on the road Is this the life I really want, with every bend I take? And drinking coffee all day long to keep me wide awake Will my children know their dad, being away that long? I sure as hell miss the wife and the Scania rollin' on (Well I hope he's custom, guys – ain't havin' a bad day) And I get through at the toll and be on my way Chris Eubanks' got a big rig, it's just a run-around Big T plays "The 164" on radio Downtown Uncle Hugh on Ulster, he'll play "The 143" But any song that's a Scania song is a lullaby to me I pull in at the truck stop, god knows who I'll meet A lady trucker sittin' in, she seems so cool and sweet The days are long and lonely, on the road alone Well, I need a little lovin' in my Scania rollin' on Chris Eubanks' got a big rig, it's just a run-around Big T plays "The 164" on radio Downtown Uncle Hugh on Ulster, he'll play "The 143" But any song that's a Scania song is a lullaby to me Chris Eubanks' got a big rig, it's just a run-around Big T plays "The 164" on radio Downtown Uncle Hugh on Ulster, he'll play "The 143" But any song that's a Scania song is a lullaby to me Any song that's a Scania song is a lullaby to me