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Lyrics
[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
Details
GeneratedFeb 16, 2026
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
VelvetUntamed
VelvetUntamedModelAria v5
Prompt
Trucker song with heavy sarcasm stinging dispatchers and brokers and bitching about 4-wheelers on the road that are too stupid to be driving, blues, rock, pop rock, female
