^G I'^Cm going out on the highway And listen to them big trucks w^Gind I'm g^Coing out on the highway And listen to them big trucks w^Gind ^DOh, white freightliner, ^Cwon't you steal away my m^Gind Well, New Mexico ain't bad, Lord The people here, they treat you kind Well, New Mexico ain't bad, Lord The people here, they treat you kind Oh, white freightliner, won't you steal away my mind Well, it's bad news from Houston Half my friends are dying Well, it's bad news from Houston Half my friends are dying Oh, white freightliner, won't you steal away my mind Lordy, Lord I'm gonna ramble Till I get back to where I came Lordy, Lord I'm gonna ramble Till I get back to where I came Till that white freightliner's gonna haul away my brain