I Couldn't Imagine Driving

I couldn't imagine driving
Cross country with a trailer
But some truckers they be thriving
Like a captain of a whaler

Steering on the open road
Living in the cab above
On the radio with the truckers' code
Leaving somewhere the one they love

Stopping at truck stops for a shower
Meeting with friends who drive a rig
These tough guys never cower
Even if they aren't so big

Munching nuts, chewing jerky
Keeps 'em going around the turn
Not much time for spuds and turkey
The faster going, the more they earn


Copyright 2009 - Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah)
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