A TRUCKERS LIFE
We're out on the road trying to clear our mind,by passing every billboard sign. There's more miles in our back pocket than dollars bills,listening to the roaring of them 18 wheels.You learn a lot about being alone ,but hell its our life ,and its our home.Just CoCa Cola Classic and cups of caffeine,but only a trucker would know what i mean.We just passed a sign that reads Palm Bay,another mile another day..He holds that wheel like it'[s a part of me,knowing in that sleeper is where he wants to be. We have our moments evry now and then,mostly behind them hanging curtains is where the fun begins. Now there's another rest area coming in sight ,where all them LOT LIZARDSĀ will be tonite .The road life is hard ,but it's where I'D rather be,it;s the only way you could ever feel free.Them choke and pukes are okay,just to get a shower and be on your way.The sun is bright but his shades are dark and on every highway he has made his mark.Now if IĀ was playing poker ,I'D win this bet, cause he's the bestest DAMN trucker I've seen yet...