作词 : Owens, Simpson
Well I loaded my truck in old 
LA and everything was a goin' fine 
I was on my way to 
Bakersfield a headin' down that old grey flyin' 
I was drivin' along feelin' mighty good oh 
I didn't have to care 
Till I reached for the breaks and 
I found out 
I didn't have anywhere 
Runaway I'm a goin' down down down runaway dangerous curves all around 
If I'll get out of this truck alive well there's one thing for sure 
I ain't a gonna drive this big ole truck no more 
Well I started pickin' up speed as each white line 
I passed by 
And I knew if 
I did ride alive 
I'll bet I would have surely die 
My head started pumpin' my heart started beatin' 
I didn't know what to do 
And that's when 
I heard myself a sayin' a prayer or two 
Well I finally reached the bottom boy was 
I shook up 
I opened the door and 
I crawled out and walk away from that truck 
I cought a ride to the nearest town where 
I called my boss on the phone 
I said if you want that big iron mash she's just sittin' out there alone