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| The Trucker |
| I am a trucker, yes it's true, But if you ask me that's not what I'll tell you, I'll say I'm a professional paid tourist, hand, Moving freight and touring this great land. I have a huge responsibility, Moving freight across this land safely, Expected to make sure the stores can provide, Delivering the food you eat, clothes you wear, your kids new slide. Anything that you can imagine, Was moved by truck in some form or fashion, The railroad cannot reach everywhere, So you can bet what you have, a truck got it there Every few weeks I try to see my home, kids and wife, Some think this job is easy,but it's not an easy life, Living in a truck, eating at a greasy spoon, Sometimes if I'm lucky, I have time to get a motel's dirty room. When I make it home I pray, Soon I can quit and never again have to drive away, But the lure of the road courses through my veins, I know a trucker I will be 'till they bury my remains. |
| copyright 2000 LM |
| Soar like an eagle~~~~Guided by the angels |
| Without trucks~~ ~~America stops!! |
| If you have it~~ ~~A truck got it there!! |
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