Verse 1)
Miss Andrea, won’t you pick up that line,
CDT wheels and I’m losin’ damn time.
Blue Kenworth hummin’, chrome cuttin’ the sun,
Need another pole load ‘fore this day is done.
Flatbed straps tight and the chains all set,
Thor ridin’ shotgun like a loaded-up threat.
He’s posted by the window, ears up, eyes mean,
Ain’t nobody walkin’ up if they ain’t on my team.
(Pre-Chorus)
I don’t need no rookie with excuses and slack,
Need a woman that can line that reload right back.
No dead-end waiting, no sittin’ for free,
Just keep that blacktop callin’ me.
(Chorus)
Miss Andrea, please be my dispatcher,
Take on the pole run, keep this outlaw movin’ faster.
I don’t want another one messin’ with my grind,
You’re the only one that keeps good freight on my line.
From Lake City out to wherever I gotta run,
Keep me loaded, keep me rollin’, keep me chasin’ that sun.
Miss Andrea, hear me clear and fair—
I don’t want another dispatcher there.
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(Verse 2)
You know the yards, know the mills, know the route,
Know who’s all business and who’s full of mouth.
You know when a man’s been pushin’ too long,
Still find a way to keep the next load strong.
Ain’t no mystery why I’m askin’ for you,
You keep it movin’ like the good ones do.
No circus, no drama, no games in between,
Just fuel in the tanks and that money rollin’ in clean.
Thor’s in the seat and he’s ready to ride,
Blue nose pit with that death-stare pride.
And I’m out here workin’ while the weak boys complain,
Tryna stack up miles and outrun the pain.
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(Pre-Chorus)
I ain’t askin’ for favors, ain’t beggin’ for gold,
Just keep my ass loaded and keep me on poles.
Give me a run and I’ll handle the rest,
You line it up better than all the rest.
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(Chorus)
Miss Andrea, please be my dispatcher,
Take on the pole run, keep this outlaw movin’ faster.
I don’t want another one messin’ with my grind,
You’re the only one that keeps good freight on my line.
From Lake City out to wherever I gotta run,
Keep me loaded, keep me rollin’, keep me chasin’ that sun.
Miss Andrea, hear me clear and fair—
I don’t want another dispatcher there.
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(Bridge)
I’ve had enough of the lazy and lost,
The ones that burn hours and don’t count the cost.
Leave a man parked while the bills stack high,
Then wonder why he’s mad enough to cuss the sky.
But you?
You know this life ain’t built for the soft,
It’s diesel, sweat, and payin’ the cost.
And if I’m gonna haul till my back gives out,
I want your name on the other end of that route.
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(Final Chorus)
Miss Andrea, please be my dispatcher,
Take on the pole run, keep this outlaw movin’ faster.
Blue Kenworth rollin’, Thor guardin’ my side,
And I need the right voice for this hard-ass ride.
From Georgia backroads to that Florida air,
You’re the only one I want dispatchin’ me there.
Miss Andrea, if anybody asks—
I don’t want another dispatcher on this task.
No, I don’t want another dispatcher.
No, I don’t need another dispatcher.
Just Miss Andrea on that line… keepin’ me alive.
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