Lyrics:

Well I'm a gun totin', beer drinkin', man of the south
Ridin' 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

Tryin' to hold 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