I'M A TRUCK DRIVING MAN

Well my old rig is loaded down
The shift lever's in my hand
Got Johnny Cash on the radio
I'm a truck driving man

Pulling out of the truck stop
It's the best one in the land
They always treat me so darn good
An extra coffee in my hand

The diesel's running really fine
As eighteen wheels roll
I'm double clutching all twelve gears
The exhaust is black as coal

This is the life for me
I have no master plan
I wouldn't have it any other way
Because I'm a truck driving man

Getting up to speed now
Always warms my soul
Got seven hundred miles between me and there
Watch out for state patrol

Up yonder is a weigh station
They see me coming in
Everything looks good, they let me go
I'm back on the road again

This is the life for me
I have no master plan
I wouldn't have it any other way
Because I'm a truck driving man

Driving for hours the road goes on
The moon is shining bright
I pull into a truck stop 
Where I'll bed down for the night

It's a roadhouse in Missouri
The owners name is Ann
The jukebox is belting out a tune
About, you guessed it, a truck driving man

A hot meal and more coffee
I head to the pay phone
To hear my wife's lovely voice
Waiting for me at home

Next morning. . .with anticipation
To get back on the road
Three hundred miles to my destination
Where I'll dump off my load

This is the life for me
I have no master plan
I wouldn't have it any other way
Because I'm a truck driving man

Well my old rig is empty now
The shift lever's in my hand
Seven hundred miles to go before I get back home
Driving across the land with a coffee in my hand

This is the life for me
I have no master plan
I wouldn't have it any other way
Because I'm a truck driving man

Yes I'm a truck driving man
I'm a truck driving man

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