Roll Betty Roll Lyrics by The Wilder Blue
Tone tires crunchin’ on the truck, stoppin’ gravel, feelin’ every bump on the road.
Hard on her wallet, but what a way to travel, she can make a pot of coffee on a heavy load.
She’s a 40-foot totem pole, guzzlin’ down diesel, dinosaur power, bringin’ music to the people.
She’s a hot, hot mess, oh yes, but she’s home, sweet home.
She’s kinda like a magic carpet ride with a steady roll.
Swingin’ just a little side to side everywhere we go.
Roll, Betty, roll.
Roll, Betty.
Swim, see, dryin’ on the driver’s side mirror, shot glass rovin’ on the floor.
Whoa, man, bam, a lamb, keep it in your lane.
Stoppin’ for a smoke in the smokey mountain range.
Get this song goin’ round and round in my brain like a little toy train.
She’s kinda like a magic carpet ride with a steady roll.
Swingin’ just a little side to side everywhere we go.
Roll, Betty, roll.
Oh, come on, Betty, let’s roll.
Whoa.
She’s kinda like a magic carpet ride with a steady roll.
Swingin’ just a little side to side everywhere we go.
Roll, Betty, roll.
Yeah, come on, baby, be good to me.
Baby, you know I love you.
