CHORUS: I'm thinkin' 'bout crankin' my ragged old truck up And haulin' myself into town I'm thinkin' 'bout raisin' so much doggone much hell That I'll die 'fore I live it all down I lay 'round this place 'til I'm blue in the face And I may as well be underground I'm thinkin' 'bout crankin' my ragged old truck up And haulin' myself into town Early this mornin' without any warnin' I took me a look at myself, good God I seen how this married up life I been livin' Was tryin' to choke me to death I laid on the bed with my gun to my head And I nearly 'bout ended it all But I come to myself just before I got killed And I blowed me some holes in the wall I'm thinkin' 'bout crankin' my ragged old truck up..... A honky tonk man in a honky tonk band With a honky tonk girl on my arm I may be as ugly as an old mud-rail fence But I'm loaded with hillbilly charm, that's right It's my life and no wife of mine's gonna tell me I can't go and have me some fun So before that old heffer drives back in from Waco You can bet your rear end I'll be gone, long gone I'm thinkin' 'bout crankin' my ragged old truck up.....