I was born in the sleeper of a Peter-bilt rig
Somewhere on the road
My mama was a lady who could handle any truck
And haul any kind of a load

Well, I learned how talk on an old CB
And how to read from a highway map
I started riding big trucks before I was five
Sitting on my mama's lap

Well, I'm a highway cowboy, my truck is a mobile home
I'm a highway cowboy, the road is all I've ever known
Tomorrow might find me in Wichita, next day in old St. Paul
But I'll drive all the way to Timbuktu if you'll give me something I can haul

Now my daddy taught my mama how to drive his old rigs
She would go with him from town to town
And it didn't take long to learn all the ropes and turn it around on a dime
One day daddy left and he didn't return, he took up with the women and the booze
And my mama raised me to be a highway cowboy when she had to fill my daddy's shoes

Well, I'm a highway cowboy, my truck is a mobile home
I'm a highway cowboy, the road is all I've ever known
Well, tomorrow might find me in Wichita, well the next day in old St. Paul
But I'll drive all the way to Timbuktu if you'll give me something I can haul

Well, I'm a highway cowboy, my truck is a mobile home
I'm a highway cowboy, the road is all I've ever known
Tomorrow might find me in Wichita, well the next day in old St. Paul
But I'll drive all the way to Timbuktu if you'll give me something I can haul

Well, I'm a highway cowboy, my truck is a mobile home
I'm a highway cowboy, the road is all I've ever known
Tomorrow might find me in Wichita, well the next day in old St. Paul
But I'll drive all the way to Timbuktu if you'll give me something I can haul