Hauling fifty-thousand pounds of beer,
Loaded on the back of 18-wheels,
Motor revving, yeah I�m freeway bound,
My mood grows darker, as the wheels go round.
Mile markers go flashing by,
Putting distance between you and I,
Long distance trucking causes me strife.
When separated from my loving wife.
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I love you. I miss you. Pick up the phone.
I�m sorry I hurt you I�m coming home.
Baby, please give me a second chance.
I promise that I�ll try to save our romance.
Tell me you love me. Say that�s it�s true
Don�t go giving me the long distance blues.
Picked up a load down in Arkansas,
Paper products, not alcohol,
Then I headed down Texas way,
Thinking of you night and day.
Left San Antonio at 3:00 AM,
I�m heading east as fast as I can.
One stop in Jersey and then I�m free,
I hope you�re happy when you see me.
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I love you. I miss you. Pick up the phone.
I�m sorry I hurt you I�m coming home.
Baby, please give me a second chance.
I promise that I�ll try to save our romance.
Tell me you love me. Say that�s it�s true
Don�t go giving me the long distance blues.
I caught the turnpike to I-83.
Each minute seemed like an eternity.
I felt much better when I pulled into town,
Just being closer vanished my frown.
Pulled in our driveway stuck my key in the door,
Old woman shouted you don�t live here no mo�.
Your stuff is sitting by the patio door,
Take it and leave. Don�t come back here no mo�.
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I love you. I miss you. Pick up the phone.
I�m sorry I hurt you I�m coming home.
Baby, please give me a second chance.
I promise that I�ll try to save our romance.
Tell me you love me. Say that�s it�s true
Don�t go giving me the long distance blues.
The divorce papers came to Grandmas address,
I�m sorry that I made our life such a mess.
I feel a tear. I think that I�m gonna cry.
Without you in my life I�d much rather die.
I signed the papers I�ll put them back in mail,
And though my life is a living hell,
I understand I�ll get no more free passes,
But not before you give me my eyeglasses.
Brian Bressler � 2004