2 and a Half Gallon Alan

[Verse] Down at Smokey’s bar, there's a legend goin' round, 'Bout a part-time trucker who’s the talk of the town. They call him 5 Gallon Alan, but here’s the real trick, He’s only haulin’ diesel 'bout half of his trips. [Verse 2] He's out on the highway, but you'll find him at the bar, Sippin’ moonshine whiskey, playin’ his old guitar. He’s got a jukebox heart and a wagon-wheel soul, But between the truck stops, he's never on a roll. [Chorus] They call him 2 and a Half Gallon Alan, He’s his own kind of man, without a plan. Half the time rollin’, half the time stallin’, He’s drinkin’ up dreams, not haulin' freight’s callin’. [Verse 3] He's a master of the short haul and the pickin' strings, Got a heart of gold, but his freedom wings. He don’t care ‘bout fame or a high-polish shine, Just a honky tonk hero, walkin’ a thin line. [Bridge] There’s smoke on the horizon, but not from his stack, He’s off to the truck stop, but he’ll be right back. Folks say he’s a legend, a roamin' rambler's song, But deep in his eyes, is where he truly belongs. [Verse 4] With leather boots worn, and a lonesome stare, He drives the same old route, doesn’t go anywhere. Just a two-lane drifter, playin’ cards with fate, He’s a half-time driver, but never too late.