Friend In Pennsylvania

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