Mile markers and road kills keep from staring out the window much
I don't know where we are Look, more amber waves of grain
I can't sleep I can't sleep in the truck I can't sleep in this goddamn truck
At least not while it's moving, and we can't afford to stop

All this nothing makes me hungry Time to open up the cooler
This is our last can of Viennas, and we're running out of beer
Yeah, we live the life of legends Maybe we'll catch up to them one day
Elvis, Jimi, Jerry Lee Hallowed be thy names

Just a few more tanks of gas should get us where we want to go
If we don't kill each other on the way
It's my turn to drive again, but I'll pretend that I'm asleep
And tell myself it won't be long 'til Independents Day

So, this is Oklahoma City Thank you, we love you all Good night!
I thought we really kicked some ass Yeah, too bad nobody came
Tomorrow night's been cancelled, so let's find a place to crash
Under the stars at the Lonesome Cowpoke Trailer Camp Yeah

Just a few more tanks of gas should get us where we want to go
If we don't kill ourselves on the way
It's my turn to drive again, might as well, I'll never sleep
Promise that it won't be long 'til Independents Day