Текст песни Vzlaboizer - Песня Американского Дальнобойщика

On the route from Alabama
I drove my refrigerator
Packed full of different pork
The commercial purposes

Suddenly a flat tire
He was forced to stop
Around a soul
And the cold night dog

Brightly shone the moon
In the forest booze Indians
And they sing their stupid
Folk songs

While I changed the wheels
I was approached by Mexicans
I know this is a gang in the state strёmnaya

But I'm not used to giving up
In baseball, I played for the college
And bits are always with me
Just in case

I chose redneck more
And he with all his might
And his crooked teeth
Gone inside

While I beat the Mexicans
Great baseball bat
The Indians got into the body
And the stolen meat

My knees buckled
I knew came to the grandmother
I sat down and wept music
Sytykh Indians