Anyway, this song, She stole my truck, by Matanza, a popular neo-brazilian blues group, presents the struggles of many blue-collar truck drivers, that while dreaming of an idilic life driving around the country, have their lorries, and thus their livelihoods, stolen by those they trust the most. Unencumbered by minor things such as delivery times, alcohol restrictions imposed by the road code, or the will to live, they move permanently into pubs, where they become wards of the state, under the President Squid's highly controversial "Bolsa Caminhão" benefits programme.
She stole my lorry
She stole my lorry
She wrote me that she couldn't stand me anymore
And went away with my lorry
She left, and left me here
She left, and left me here
When I woke up and saw, my lorry was no longer
And never again shall I sleep!
I had even tattooed her name
Thought about her every night these last 10 years
That I've spent locked up in prison
That was too much! That's something one shan't do!
No one is going to believe me
She stole my lorry
She's probably far away from here
She's probably far away from here
Must have taken anyFederal Motorway
And followed down the straight motorway until she disappeared
I just ask myself what exactly has transpired
I just ask myself what exactly has transpired
Her leaving it's alright, I don't really care
Losing my lorry is what's really pains me
I had even tattooed her name
Thought about her every night these last 10 years
That I've spent locked up in prison
That was too much! That's something one shan't do!
No one is going to believe me
She stole my lorry
Sincerely I thought that this time I'd be rehabilitated
Working a honest job with a missus there looking after the home
A very normal life to age in peace
But Destiny so wanted, so now whatever
I'm never leaving the pub
She stole my lorry
She stole my lorry
She wrote me that she couldn't stand me anymore
And went away with my lorry
She left, and left me here
She left, and left me here
When I woke up and saw, my lorry was no longer
And never again shall I sleep!
I had even tattooed her name
Thought about her every night these last 10 years
That I've spent locked up in prison
That was too much! That's something one shan't do!
No one is going to believe me
She stole my lorry
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