Got a friend in Pennsylvania, got a brother in Saint Paul
Got an uncle in Alaska, don’t see him much at all
This eighteen-wheeler takes me where I want to be
Got a friend in Pennsylvania and a wife in Tennessee
I’m the terror of the truck stops, tattooed up to my chin
There are broken hearts and broken bones
In the places where I’ve been
If you have the nerve just step outside, give me your best shot
Got a friend in Pennsylvania
Oh, Lord, that lady’s hot
Been rolling down these highways almost twenty years
Gathered me some happiness, tasted me some tears
Life is good in Tennessee, I ought to settle down
But my friend in Pennsylvania keeps me coming around
I’m the terror of the truck stops, I haven’t shaved this year
You better not be in my way when I start kicking rear
A lot of men spend a lot of time avoiding where I’m at
Got a friend in Pennsylvania, she calls me Pussycat
From the smooth sand of Daytona to the bars of Abilene
I love this land where concrete takes a trucker to his dreams
I love New England mountains and the California sea
And my friend in Pennsylvania, oh, boy, does she love me
I’m the terror of the truck stops, best keep out of my way
Walk off now and you will live to run another day
By God I think I’ve earned the right to something in my life
Like a friend in Pennsylvania
So please…….Don’t tell my wife