He's got a ramblin' fever, rollin' down the road
No time for bullshit, no time for gettin' old
30 tons of Kenworth, with Chet Atkins by his side
He's out in the wilderness searchin' for the end of that long white line
Brother, he's the man you wanna be
Sittin' up in that air-cushioned seat
He ain't like any man you'll ever know
When you see him on the road, say hello
Look for the truck drivin' man from North Dakota
He crossed the Mississippi
More times than he could tell
He'll pour you whiskey
And send your morning straight to hell
Need a dirty joke? He knows 'em all
Need a guitar picker? He'll tell you who to call
Brother, he's the man you wanna be
Sittin' up in that air-cushioned seat
He ain't like any man you'll ever know
When you see him on the road, say hello
Look for the truck drivin' man from North Dakota
From the Ryman, to New York, to the Hollywood Bowl
If you need it there with time to spare he's the man for the role
From Grafton, North Dakota on down to New Orleans
There's always one more destination, one more story to be seen
Brother, he's the man you wanna be
Sittin' up in that air-cushioned seat
He ain't like any man you'll ever know
When you see him on the road, say hello
Look for the truck drivin' man from North Dakota