

Mike Honcho in his drug rug poncho
Pushing eighteen wheels of heavy steel
Got the pedal down,
flying past the town
Trying to make the drop and close the deal
He's drunk on the run,
ride-along shotgun
No time to stop,
keep rolling on
Across the border, fighting for the time (screaming) Heavy load on the
highway line Honcho driving through the mud and grime
Got a lady of the night sitting side-by-side
Both of us liquored up on this high-speed ride
Drug rug poncho catching all the sweat
This is a haul we won't ever forget
Across the border, fighting for the time (screaming) Heavy load on the
highway line Honcho driving through the mud and grime
Roll on, Mike... (growl)