From the recording Truckin’
Lyrics
Maybe I should've
Come with a warnin' sign
A little bit of caution tape
A flashing yellow light
Darlin, I ain't your type
And I can tell by the way
You stare at me
With those dark brown eyes
You wanna get to know me
And buy me a beer
But I'm 'bout to tell you somethin'
You don't wanna hear
I'm hell on heels
I'm a spitfire
A Roman candle
I'm born to be wild
Ooo, you can't tie me down
I'm a shooting star
No satellite
Ain't goin' to be your pretty wife
If that's not what you want
Then you better stop lookin'
And keep on truckin'
Baby, I'm a vagabond
And I know you wouldn't expect me
To sit my ass at home
Cause I'm a rebel
I'm an outlaw
And I keep my wheels rollin'
All year long
I know that's not what you want
It's not what you need
You've prayin' for the girl next door
But darlin' that ain't me
I'm hell on heels
I'm a spitfire
A Roman candle
I'm born to be wild
Ooo, you can't tie me down
I'm a shooting star
No satellite
Ain't goin' to be your pretty wife
If that's not what you want
Then you better stop lookin'
And keep on truckin'
I'm hell on heels
I'm a spitfire
A Roman candle
I'm born to be wild
Ooo, you can't tie me down
I'm a shooting star
No satellite
Ain't goin' to be your pretty wife
If that's not what you want, oh
I'm hell on heels
I'm a spitfire
A Roman candle
I'm born to be wild
Ooo, you can't tie me down
I'm a shooting star
No satellite
Ain't goin' to be your pretty wife
If that's not what you want
Then you better stop lookin'
And keep on truckin'
If that's not what you want
Then you better stop lookin'
And keep on truckin'
You better
Keep on truckin'
Oh, yeah