I'm going to Colorado to unload my head   I'm going to New York City and that's in New York, friends   I'm going to Arizona   Sex on the rocks all warm and red   And we bled      And the writing in the stall said   We write our maps in the stalls   I'm going up to Alaska   I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free   And we all did      This truckers atlas roads the ways   The freeways and highways don't know   The buzz from the bird on my dash   Road locomotive phone      This truckers atlas roads the ways   The freeways and highways don't know   The buzz from the bird on my dash   Road locomotive phone      I don't feel and I feel great   I sold my atlas by the freight stairs   I do lines and I crossed roads   I crossed the lines of all the great state roads      I'm going up, going over to Montana   You got yourself a trucker's atlas   You knew you were all hot   Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket      You start at the northwest corner   Go down through California   Beeline you might drive three days   Three nights to the tip of Florida      Do you speak the lingo?   Oh oh no   Do you speak the lingo?   No no   How far does your road go?   Oh no, you don't know      I'm going to Colorado to unload my head   I'm going to New York City and that's in New York, friends   I'm going up to Alaska   I'm going to get off Scot-fucking-free   And we all did      And the writing in the salt says   We ride out to the stars   I'm going to Arizona   Sex on the rocks all warm and red   And we all did      This truckers atlas roads the ways   The freeways and highways don't know   The buzz from the bird on my dash   Road locomotive phone      This truckers atlas roads the ways   The freeways and highways don't know   The buzz from the bird on my dash   Road locomotive phone      I don't feel and I feel great   I sold my atlas by the freight stairs   I do lines and I crossed roads   I crossed the lines of all the great state roads      I'm going up, going over to Montana   You got yourself a trucker's atlas   You knew you were all hot   Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket      You start at the northwest corner   Go down through California   Beeline you might drive three days   Three nights to the tip of Florida