Hoyt Axton - An old greyhound

An ^Gold grey-hound named the "^DHoney-suckle Rose" She's the ^Conly woman I really ^Glove. She's a ^Gfour speed lady and she ^Drolls real easy there's te^Cquila in the driver she ^Gloves.

And we ^Cride all night in the ^Gpale moon light ^Dsinging to the stars ^Gabove. And the ^Csmokey 'round the curve, well he ^Gain't got the nerve to ^Dmess with the woman I ^Glove.

She's got a ^GDetroit diesel, and an ^Dair cushion ride, and she ^Csmokes at the top of the ^Ghill. She's got an ^Gover-sized load, and a ^Dtwo-lane road, and she ^Cdon't have time to ^Gkill.

^CNorthbound, southbound, ^Geastbound, west. ^DRacing trucks and ^Gdoin' our best. ^CFour-lane freeways ^Gwe love best. The ^Dhighway is our ^Ghome.

Well, I ^Gthink I better find me a ^Dgood truck stop, got a ^Ccup of coffee on my ^Gmind. Got a ^Gtravelin' band doing ^Done night stands, and they ^Clove it when the gears don't ^Dgrind.

And the ^Cway we love, is the ^Gway we live. And the ^Dway we sing, is the ^Gway we give. ^CDon't give a damn who you ^Gthink we am, we're ^Dbeing who we ^Gare.

There's a ^Gwreck on the road, on the ^Dnine mile grade, but the ^CHoney-suckle Rose don't ^Gmind. 'Cause she ^Gknows that I love her, and I ^Dnever would let her go ^CFlying down the highway ^Gblind.

Just the ^CRose and me and my ^Gold CB with the ^Dhandle of the Golden ^GBear. From the ^Cshaky city to the ^GTennessee line, 10-^D4's gonna get us ^Gthere.

And the ^Cway we love is the ^Gway we live And the ^Dway we sing is the ^Gway we give. ^CDon't give a damn who you ^Gthink we am, We're ^Dbeing who we ^Gare.

And we ^Cride all night in the ^Gpale moon light ^Dsinging to the stars ^Gabove. And the ^Csmokey 'round the curve, well he ^Gain't got the nerve, to ^Dmess with the woman I ^Glove, Don't ^Dmess with the woman I ^Glove. Don't ^Dmess with the woman I ^Glove.