(Daniel Kortchmar)

I've witnessed those one night stands

Must have played in a thousand bands

But I'm just here tonight, tomorrow I'll be gone

Seen folks show their blacker sides

Seen them die just for foolish pride

And those drivers always ask to hear that same old song



That's a big ten-four

From your back door

Just put that hammer down

This young man feels

Those eighteen wheels

That keep turning 'round to take me down to Shaky Town



I've heard all those hard luck tales

From all of you U.S. males

I've heard you tell those lies about the love you've know

And I've followed those highway signs

And I've run down those thin white lines

Like those drivers this old road is all I call my own



That's a big ten-four

From your back door

Just put that hammer down

This young man feels

Those eighteen wheels

That keep turning 'round to take me down to Shaky Town