Devil's tramping ground

Hey, buddy, thanks for the tow

You know the tire always blows when you’re almost home

There’s an auto shop outside of Bear Creek

Off of 421, ten miles up the road

It’s been a long week

I can walk home from there so I can think, think, think

Gonna go ‘round, ‘round, ‘round in my tramping ground

Thinking of those I dragged down, down, down

Kicking beer cans and rubber wrappers outta my way

I’m going ‘round, ‘round, ‘round in my tramping ground

Thinking back now it only drags me down

Been so long since I danced ‘til the break of day

Til the break of day

Hey, buddy, do you like your gig?

Driving trucks through the night seems so uncomplicated

Just a man and his thoughts on a USA highway

Treated like a hero when he comes to save the day

My job is so exhausting

All the begging and pleading with the “no, please, please!”

Then I go ‘round, ‘round, ‘round in my tramping ground

Thinking of those I dragged down, down, down

Kicking beer cans and rubber wrappers outta my way

I’m going ‘round, ‘round, ‘round in my tramping ground

Thinking back now it only drags me down

Been so long since I danced ‘til the break of day

Til the break of day

Just up ahead is the auto shop

Don’t mind the storm, I’m still gonna walk

I gotta go but before I do…

I gotta deal for you

And I already know, it’s one you can’t refuse

I’m going round round round in my tramping ground

Thinking of those I dragged down down down

Kicking beer cans and rubber wrappers outta my way

I’m going round round round in my tramping ground

Thinking back now it only drags me down

Been so long since I danced til the break of day

Til the break of day