Well my name is Ray Thomas   A truck north of here   And I’ll spin you a tale if you lend me your ear   And ya keep me with a smoke and a beer   Well I’m 65 now and I’m still on the road   Doing locals up north in the snow and the cold   But at night it’s back home where I’ll drop off my load   And I’ll go out to see my Michaela…      And it’s Fitzy’s in town where us locals do dwell   And the booze treats you right and it’s all that they sell   And my girl in the skirt come right over to me   And she serves me a beer, and she’s all that I see   Oh Michaela…      Michaela you’re a vision to these eyes of mine   And you can talk to me any and every old time   You’re the reason I’m still on this earth can’t you see?   You’re a goddess, a poet, a beauty to me…      Well I killed a man once back in ‘73   I was a doing a job down in West Tennessee   When a man fell asleep and swerved into the on-coming lane   They all told me I wasn’t to blame…      And I turned to the bottle, where I’ve been ever since   And I ain’t coming back ‘till I’m no longer blitzed   That boy’s body was crushed all the way into his back seat   By my eighteen wheel killer, my hands, and my feet…      And on the hard days she knows and she gives me a smile   And I tell her a joke, and we’ll laugh for a while   And she’ll keep the beers comin’ ‘till two or ‘till three   And I wrap myself up in my own fantasy   With Michaela…      Michaela, you readin’ my mind   It’s okay to forget for a while what’s behind   And you pardon my sentence with one mischievous line   You make me truck home one more day at a time…   Day at a time…      Well my eldest son, Randy, took off with a shout   And a shot crossed my jaw, and he knocked me clean out   He stood up on his feet, man I taught him to be   With my own swollen knuckles, like my dad did me…   And my two girls they live her in town   They each married a Jones boy, to love they have found   Or at least they’ll keep thinkin’ till they hit the ground   From a dream that grows old and faded…      And my wife shuts her mouth cause I’m payin’ the rent   And I’ll beat her like hell, and that’s where I’ll be sent   For I’ve known all along since I was born where I’m bound   To a place where I’ll no longer hear the sweet sound   Of Michaela…      Michaela, oh angel, you’ll turn me around   You’re the daughter, and lover, and meaning I’ve found   And you are not cursed by the Thomas bloodline   You do right know me, and thank your God and thank mine…   Thank mine…      Grew up as a farm-girl, she’s paving her way   And it’s waitress by night and it’s study by day   That she’ll soon make a fortune don’t come as a surprise   As she takes on the world with invincible eyes…      Oh my blue collar princess, such wit and such grace   As she snaps at the sinners who frequent this place   As they try to caress her, or take a just taste   For I’m sure that she tastes just like honey…      Work now three years at Fitzy’s, come May or come June   And the men who come see her, they fill up the room   And we each get a turn at her service divine   As we’re poured retribution, one a time   By Michaela…      Michaela, you never will know    The extent your magic to us down below   And Michaela, I’m yours ‘till the day that I die   But I know that your future is greater than I…   Greater than I…      Oh, my Michaela…   Yeah…   Yeah, yeah, yeah…