The Truck Driver

THE TRUCK DRIVER

 

I guess us who take the highway

Are a different breed of men

With a special kind of feeling

For the ones who we call friend

Its an arm around your shoulder

When the morning comes too soon

And a late night conversation

In a thousand motel rooms

Its a flood in California

And a snowstorm in Saint Paul

And it takes a tough old soldier

To keep going through it all

But we’re so much less than human

When we lose one of our own

Now there’s one more empty saddle

The old cowboy has gone home.