I want to ask you fellows
Why do you shut me out?
When I've driven every place that they call landI talk plain talk
I've seen the moon sitting on the road
And I don't eat no ChateaubriandAnd I drive my car under same stars
Where the miles are, come back I demand
Dear gentlemen, please let me in
I don't know how I can make you understand
I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band
I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band
I'm a pure denizen of the citizens band
I'm a pure denizen of the citizens bandHey friend, you know what I'd do
If I was making the bucks
Well, I'd move me to a place
Where all they had was trucks
'Cause there's one thing that I can't stand
There's one thing that I cannot stand
One thing I cannot stand, can't stand
Cannot stand, can't stand