Lyrics

Straight shot down 65 South,
Try to make it to my momma’s house
Before the police radar gun
Says I’m done.
So I give it just a little more gas,
In my lane, better move your ass.
I ain’t afraid of runnin' you down,
I’m Mobile-bound.
I’m haulin’ booty in my super duty pickup truck.

At night I drive with my brights on,
Makes it easier to see what my eye’s on.
Spotlights on my roll bar brace,
Just in case.
‘Cause it helps when you’re tearing down the road
To make sure that everybody knows
I need more than a lane and a half,
So clear a path.
I’m haulin’ booty in my super duty pickup truck.

Four hundred eighty horses and they wanna fly.
There’s no finer feeling on this earth
To help me get by than riding high
In my super duty.

For the last better part of a mile,
I had Lyle on the FM dial.
He ain’t no Billy Ray,
But that’s ok.
‘Cause the lights of lower Alabam,
They shine brighter south of Birmingham.
By Atmore, you taste it in the air,
Almost there...
I’m haulin’ booty in my super duty pickup truck.
I’m haulin’ booty in my super duty pickup truck.

Well, I’m lowdown but I’m riding high,
It’s not King Ranch, but I still get by,
You best hear me ‘cause I ain’t gonna lie,
Truckin’ til the day I die...

I’m haulin’ booty in my super duty pickup truck.
I’m haulin’ booty in my super duty pickup truck.