Trucker Guy
Like a modern day cowboy he'd load up in his seat
He'll have to run hard just to compete
The road is his love, his life and his home
For twenty years now long has he roamed
Each line on his face a story of their own
'This one' he says comes from being alone
The one over there...we'll who's to say
I'm sure if it could talk it would have plenty to say
For hours on end his mind drifts off
To new places ahead....too bad he cant stop
He looks in the mirrors to memories long passed
The future he says is one he hopes that will last
Home is where he lays his head
Who knows where that might be
He only has one thing on his mind
This loads deadline is at three
For miles on end his tires sing a song
One he's heard before but always sings along
The yellow stained fingers and the breath of caffeine
'Every mile a new memory' he says with a gleam
Mama and the kids depend on me
They call me every night and keep me company
The thoughts that we share...the visions in their heads
Makes it all worthwhile, a trucker I'm proud to be!
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