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© Keith Michael Roberts, 1972-2025.


A Mean MotherTrucker Of A Man


She was young; she was soft
as a hard-boiled egg;
just a pretty as the grass in July.
But she cheated and she schemed.
She was jealous. She was mean.
When I track her down I'm gonna tan her hide..


Cause I'm a mean motherturcker of a man.
I'm going to catch that girl if anybody can.
Well I just might treat her to the backside of my hand.
Oh well maybe I'll just plug her where she stands.

Well we pulled into to Tucson
on a Thursday afternoon.
I stopped to get some gas and she was gone.
I found her in a nightclub
drinking twenty dollar gin.
I said 'lady just what the hell here's goin' on.'


She said, 'I met a gentleman
and he treats me nice and kind.
He's six feet eight and there's fire in his eyes.'
I said, 'Mister you can just go to hell,'
and he popped me in the chin.
So I pulled my razor and I cut him down to size.


Yes I'm a mean motherturcker of a man.
I'm going to catch that girl if anybody can.
Well I just might treat her to the backside of my hand.
Oh well maybe I'll just plug her where she stands.

Well I found her once in Dallas.
She was shackin' up with some dude.
So I busted down the door and she was gone.
She snuck out the window,
but I grabbed her gentleman friend,
and I threw him thirty stories to the ground.


Cause she was young; she was soft
as a hard-boiled egg;
just a pretty as the grass in July.
But she cheated and she schemed.
She was jealous. She was mean.
When I track her down I'm gonna tan her hide.


I'm a mean motherturcker of a man.
I'm going to catch that bitch if anybody can.
Well I just might treat her to the backside of my hand.
Oh well maybe I'll just plug her where she stands.



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