Tucker's Song

Well I'm a gun toting, beer drinking, man of the south Riding round the country with a pick in my mouth I don't know Ain't got no place to call home Well it gets really lonely when you live on the road Ain't welcome nowhere no matter where you roam Now I say Just know that I ain't gay But sometimes out of necessity you go to your pal And you say to him in secret "Hey, let's have a corral" In the bathroom stall And slam me up against the bathroom wall Late at night I wish On the stars up above That one day god would send me somebody to love Late at night I wish On the stars up above That one day god would send me somebody to love Then I remember that I can't get enough of that sweet truck-stop cock I love it so much that I never ever ever get enough Don't ya know that I Need some relief from that long lonesome trail I wanna feel the grime in your nails While I'm getting railed Don't ya know that Trying to keep your pride up gets to hurting like hell And after a while you don't the smell But I'm fine You ain't seeing me crying So go and lock the door behind ya buddy, shut it real tight I don't think the cops will interrupt us tonight Now stick your little pecker in my open behind And dig your bony fingers in my juicy white thighs Baby late at night I wish On the stars up above That one day god would send me somebody to love Late at night I wish On the stars up above That one day god would send me somebody to love Then I remember that I can't get enough of that sweet truck-stop cock You know your night is going to rock when I'm on the top Well I gotta say I Need someone I can hold for the night Cause when you're rolling down that endless road there's no end in sight Now I'm gonna wet my whistle, ya'll mind? Late at night I wish On the stars up above That one day god would send me somebody to love Late at night I wish On the stars up above That one day god would send me somebody to love Then I remember that I can't get enough of that sweet truck-stop cock I love it so much that I'm never ever ever gonna stop Although I must admit that Sometimes I do wish that we could just talk Get to know each other a little bit, you know? But it's hard to hold a conversation when you're squeezing my balls So keep those peckers coming boys