I stepped into the truck stop
not knowing I was to fall in love
She was sitting there
stringy blonde hair
One eye of blue and one of brown
I could tell she had been around
she smiled, her teeth were yellow
I could tell I was a lucky fellow
Her mobile home sat just down the street
we went in, it was not neat
the smell of dog in the air
I knew we were meant to be a pair
Now we got married at the truck stop
honeymooned in a truck camper
we drove around fueled by soda pop
she is my truck stop queen
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