Hoyt Axton - An Old Greyhound Lyrics

An old Greyhound named Honeysuckle Rose
She's the only woman I really loved

She's a four-speed lady and she rolls real easy
There's tequila in the driver she loves

And we ride all night in the pale moonlight
And sing to the stars above

And the Smokey around the curve
Lawd he ain't got the nerve
To mess with the woman I love

She got a Detroit diesel and an air cushion ride
And she smokes at the top of the hill

She's got an oversized load and two-lane road
And we don't have time to kill

Northbound, Southbound, Eastbound, West
Racing trucks and doing our best

Four-lane freeways we love best
The highway is our home

Well I think I better find me a good truck stop
Gotta cup of coffee on my mind

Gotta travelin' band doing one-night stands
And we love it when the gears don't grind

And the way we love is the way we live
And the way we sing is the way we give

Don't give a damn who you think we am
We're being who we are

There's a wreck on the road on a nine-mile grade
But the Honeysuckle Rose don't mind

Cause she knows that I love her and I never would let her
Go flying down the highway blind

Just the Rose and me and my old CB
With the handle of the Golden Bear

From the shaky city to the Tennessee line
Ten-four is going to get me there

And the way we love is the way we live
And the way we sing is the way we give

Don't give a damn who you think we am
We're being who we are

And we ride all night in the pale moonlight
Singing to the stars above

And the Smoky around the curve
Lawd he ain't got the nerve
To mess with the woman I love

Don't mess with the woman I love