From The Titty To The City

[Verse 1]
Another long line
Red dust on my wheels
Fifty‑five feet of chrome and steel
Coffee cup rattlin’
CB talkin’ cheap
Got a tanker full of white gold, world asleep
[Chorus]
From the titty to the city, I’m rollin’
Late‑night haulin’ while the moon keeps glowin’
Whiskey on my breath, but my hands stay steady on the wheel
Just a big‑ballin’ dairy haulin’ cowboy
Fifty‑five feet of chrome and steel
[Verse 2]
Neon truck stop
Picture of the kids
Say a little prayer, kiss my fingertips
Tanker hummin’ low
Lines on the map
Milk checks pay the bills in this old cap
[Chorus]
From the titty to the city, I’m rollin’
Late‑night haulin’ while the moon keeps glowin’
Whiskey on my breath, but my hands stay steady on the wheel
Just a big‑ballin’ dairy haulin’ cowboy
Fifty‑five feet of chrome and steel
[Bridge]
State line sunrise
Orange on the hood
Ain’t rich yet, but it sure feels good (oh yeah)
Every small‑town diner
Every highrise view
They all taste sweet ‘cause of what I do
[Chorus]
From the titty to the city, I’m rollin’
Late‑night haulin’ while the moon keeps glowin’
Whiskey on my breath, but my hands stay steady on the wheel
Just a big‑ballin’ dairy haulin’ cowboy
Fifty‑five feet of chrome and steel

country, Smooth modern country groove with a lazy backbeat, brushed snare, and warm pedal steel twang. Male vocals with a low, easy drawl; verses ride a simple picked acoustic guitar, bass walking gently. Chorus opens wider with stacked harmonies on the hook, a tasteful Telecaster lick answering each line. Subtle organ pad in the background for glue, tiny ride-cymbal sparkle in the last chorus for lift., smooth