[Verse 1] 5 a.m. call "Where you at? You're late" I'm sittin' at a red light Genius Behind your "drop-dead" date You built this tight-ass schedule On a map you never drove I'm pullin' 80 000 pounds Sweetheart Not a magic flying stove [Chorus] I’m the queen of the left lane Crown of chrome Dodgin’ every clown with a car and a phone Dispatcher preaching from a padded throne Brokers countin’ pennies like they made these roads You ain't turned a wheel But you run your mouth I haul your world while you time me out I’m the queen of the left lane Holdin’ my own While the whole damn circus tries to drive me home [Verse 2] Brokers on the speaker "Can you do it for this rate?" (oh really?) Yeah I’ll haul your golden toilet On a discount paper plate "Just bump the dock and hurry" As I stare at twenty doors And some kid in flip-flops tells me "Back it tighter Maybe more" [Chorus] I’m the queen of the left lane Crown of chrome Dodgin’ every clown with a car and a phone Dispatcher preaching from a padded throne Brokers countin’ pennies like they made these roads You ain't turned a wheel But you run your mouth I haul your world while you time me out I’m the queen of the left lane Holdin’ my own While the whole damn circus tries to drive me home [Bridge] Four-wheel ballet in front of my grill Cut me off Slam the brakes Chasing some thrill Signal? Nah. Mirrors? Nah But if I touch your bumper I’m the out-law Texting in the rain with your kids in the back (hey!) I'm one sneeze away from a ten-car stack But go on Flip me off as you dive and weave I’m the only damn thing trying to help you leave [Chorus] I’m the queen of the left lane Crown of chrome Dodgin’ every clown with a car and a phone Dispatcher preaching from a padded throne Brokers countin’ pennies like they made these roads You ain't turned a wheel But you run your mouth I haul your world while you time me out I’m the queen of the left lane Steel and bone If you think I’m just a number You can ride along alone

rock, Gritty modern trucker blues-rock with female vocals, overdriven guitars, walking bass, and a stomping backbeat. Verses sit in a sardonic, half-spoken drawl; choruses soar with tight harmonies and a big, chant-ready hook. Add slide guitar fills and organ swells, then a breakdown bridge that drops to drums and bass before the final, shouted chorus., blues, pop rock

Queen of the Left Lane