Bull Hauler!!!

freight you say? We'd rather take a bullet,
Cuz if it ain't full of holes we just won't pull it.
Those fat-belly freight haulers like those big long hauls
They have to do that cuz they have no balls
They bitch and they moan & say our rigs smell
Well if you ask me they can all go to hell
They say were crazy and drive way too fast
Just shut your damn pie holes and let me pass
And oh by the way... pucker up buttercup & kiss my cowboy ass !
Hearts of gold & nerves of steel
In one hand a hotshot and the other a wheel
We take our critters cross mountain, desert & plain, all with great skill & poise
Guess thats why they call us the last of the cowboys
We don't hang out in truckstops or get caught sleepin, this we can't abide
It all stems from a little thing called pride
We don't ask for glory or lots of money in the bank
Just cows that need a ride and fuel in our tank
The ladies do love us, we have great appeal
For when we're around you're sure to hear em squel
About all this we don't brag or holler
We're all just damn proud to be called " Bullhauler"