| Song | Trucker's Atlas - normal |
| Artist | Sun Kil Moon |
| Album | Tiny Cities |
| 作曲 : Brock, Green, Judy | |
| I'm going to | |
| Colorado To unload my head | |
| I'm going to | |
| New York city | |
| And that's in | |
| New York,friends | |
| I'm going to | |
| Arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red | |
| And we bled | |
| I'm going up to | |
| Alaska I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free | |
| And we all did | |
| This truckers atlas roads the ways | |
| The free-ways and highways don't know | |
| The buzz from the bird on my dash | |
| Road locomotive phone | |
| I don't feel and it feels great | |
| I sold my atlas by the freight stairs | |
| I do lines and | |
| I crossed roads | |
| I crossed the lines of all the great state roads | |
| I'm going up | |
| Going over to | |
| Montana You got yourself a truckers atlas | |
| You knew you were all hot, well | |
| Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket | |
| Start at the | |
| Northwest corner | |
| Go down through | |
| California | |
| Beeline you might drive three days | |
| And three nights to the tip of | |
| Florida I'm going to | |
| Colorado To unload my head | |
| I'm going to | |
| New York city | |
| And that's in | |
| New York, friends | |
| I'm going up to | |
| Alaska I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free | |
| And we all did | |
| Going over to | |
| Montana You got yourself a truckers atlas | |
| You knew you were all hot, well | |
| Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket | |
| Start at the | |
| Northwest corner | |
| Go down through | |
| California | |
| Beeline you might drive three days | |
| And three nights to the tip of | |
| Florida |
| zuò qǔ : Brock, Green, Judy | |
| I' m going to | |
| Colorado To unload my head | |
| I' m going to | |
| New York city | |
| And that' s in | |
| New York, friends | |
| I' m going to | |
| Arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red | |
| And we bled | |
| I' m going up to | |
| Alaska I' m going to get off scotfuckingfree | |
| And we all did | |
| This truckers atlas roads the ways | |
| The freeways and highways don' t know | |
| The buzz from the bird on my dash | |
| Road locomotive phone | |
| I don' t feel and it feels great | |
| I sold my atlas by the freight stairs | |
| I do lines and | |
| I crossed roads | |
| I crossed the lines of all the great state roads | |
| I' m going up | |
| Going over to | |
| Montana You got yourself a truckers atlas | |
| You knew you were all hot, well | |
| Maybe you' ll go and blow a gasket | |
| Start at the | |
| Northwest corner | |
| Go down through | |
| California | |
| Beeline you might drive three days | |
| And three nights to the tip of | |
| Florida I' m going to | |
| Colorado To unload my head | |
| I' m going to | |
| New York city | |
| And that' s in | |
| New York, friends | |
| I' m going up to | |
| Alaska I' m going to get off scotfuckingfree | |
| And we all did | |
| Going over to | |
| Montana You got yourself a truckers atlas | |
| You knew you were all hot, well | |
| Maybe you' ll go and blow a gasket | |
| Start at the | |
| Northwest corner | |
| Go down through | |
| California | |
| Beeline you might drive three days | |
| And three nights to the tip of | |
| Florida |