Hank Hill was a trucker, and he drove with pride
Seat belt buckled and his boy by side
He hit the road with a promise and a precious load
They took a wrong turn while tryin' to get back
Wound up stranded in a mountain gap
Out of diesel, in the freezin' cold
That old Hank Hill convoy's rollin'
And the antique load we're haulin'
Its destination, Mama's, down the line
We was down at the eat-'em-up, the boys and me
Drinkin' straight black Joe, when the old CB
Got to pickin' up something, sounded downright weird
He said: "Dang ol' Hank, man, talkin' 'bout you hold on tight
Talkin' 'bout make a little old left, man, now Hank swing right!"
Yеah, I tell ya, had us truckers pretty dang scarеd
Then Hank pulled up, feelin' none too big
We couldn't believe how he'd handled that rig
So I said, "Hell, we'll help you out, my man."
I'll call gravel-gut Ben and one-eyed Mona
We'll get that load out to Arizona
'Cause a trucker helps a trucker help his mama when he can