Well, 100 miles an hour in the ghost lane
500 horsepower won't take away my pain
So I'm driving it home
I took a shotgun blast to the back windshield
It's all taped up with my last roll of Arkansas Chrome

Well a poor lost honky on a two-way
Met a lot lizard at the Last Chance truckstop cafe
She was mean to the bone
Well she broke my fool heart in two
But I'm holding it together with a strip of Arkansas Chrome

Well it's show, blow, get the dough,
Pop a pill and try to drive back home
And my leather dash is crackin' fast
But I'll stop it with a strip of Arkansas Chrome

So I lost two hours in a bad rain
Trucker report outta Shreveport says it's a hurricane
That's already blown
That ol' rebel rain's slippin' through the cracks
But I'm holding it back with my trusty Arkansas Chrome