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Mudflap Girl

Behind the Music

I heard that BMI Songwriter of the Year, Jeffrey Steele, was going to play an acoustic concert at a really intimate venue on Grammy night 2004. So my friend and I decided to make it a road trip. I never expected to be so completely blindsided by the immense talent and genuine spirit that I encountered upon meeting Jeffrey and seeing him perform. His voice was breathtaking, his passion was intoxicating, and his performance was hypnotic. He had a beanie on with 2 mudflap girls (and matching socks!). Coincidentally, I had my signature leather wristcuff with a mudflap girl on it. He took the cuff and put it on his wrist. In that moment, I wanted to be that mudflap girl so bad I could taste it. I got my cuff back, but my heart was lost to Jeffrey. Oh how I wished to be that mudflap girl. On the drive home on the I-5, every 30 seconds I was faced with another mudflap girl following some trucker across the country. The song HAD to be written.

While this road trip is what inspired the song, the story IN the song had to be changed for good reason. Otherwise, I might as well have titled it "I want Jeffrey Steele"... and somehow I didn't think that title was quite as appropriate. Although, I'll probably write that song too...

Lyrics

Oh my daddy was a trucker gone for months on the road/ No I never understood why I couldn't go/ Used to watch him drive off in that big MACK truck/ I couldn't believe that other girls luck/ She followed daddy 'cross the USA/ Nothin' holdin' her back from goin' his way/ She's every man's dream with a shadowed face/ What I wouldn't give to take her place

I said my prayers every night before I went to bed/ So I lifted up my voice to heaven and said

I wanna be that mudflap girl/ Hitch a ride all around the world/ Cruisin' down that road/ Don't care where I go/ Adventure's all I need/ Sittin' pretty/ Yea she's got it made/ She's got freedom and a great pair of legs/ I want that country air blowin' through my long blonde curls/ I wanna be that mudflap girl

She looks so relaxed and self assured/ She can get a little dirty but still look pure/ That highways got all she'll ever need/ A world of hope and a whole lotta speed

She sits there like she's never had a thing to hide/ Unknown destination but the joy is in the ride

I've seen the lonely eyes watch her pass them by/ Wonderin' if they'll ever get their chance to fly