Hauler from Faded Jackets by Zach Moulton

We all could use a little something
Never known for living clean
Planted feet out on the highway
Lord made a hauler outta me

It’s been a minute since I’ve been there
I thought I’d never make it free
The taste of blood the smell of diesel
Truck stop lots and nicotine
Truck stop lots and nicotine

You always say you’re gonna hold back baby
You’re always telling me I must be crazy
I never doubted I would bottle up and burn out
Never rode too fast I never had to lay her down

Your body burnin in the summer
The tin is red the trim is green
Two hundred thousand miles to heaven
Another hauler pushin weeds

Slowly whisper into nothing
Sounds of smokin broken teeth
I never thought I’d be a stray dog
Moonlight calling out to me
Moonlight calling out to me

You always say you’re gonna hold back baby
You’re always telling me I must be crazy
I never doubted I would bottle up and burn out
Never rode too fast I never had to lay her down

You always say you’re gonna hold back baby
You’re always telling me I must be crazy
I never doubted I would bottle up and burn out
Never rode too fast I never had to lay her down

• Country
• Folk
• alt-country
• indie folk
• texas country
• Ricardo