Driving down the highway with nothing much to do
Just listening to the radio and thinking about You,
Worrying about things at home that I should have done
Hoping that tomorrow I can get another run.
Watching all the mile markers as each one ticks by
Almost like a clock where the batteries never die.
Knowing how far I’ve come and how far I’ve yet to go
Is something I don’t like but I really have to know.
There are scales up ahead where they will check the truck
Praying that I’m legal so I’m not out of luck,
God please make my logbooks look like they’re supposed to
Don’t let them make me park it, I got too much to do.
The road is a solitary place when you are all alone
And you are just absolutely weary to the bone,
You’re trying to keep it between the white lines
While you are trying to make your deadlines.
Talking to God because He is always there
Sometimes you think He may be the only one to care.
It takes a special person to be a trucker too
Knowing that ole big rig and just what she will do.
It takes a special sort of person to be a trucker’s wife
You have to trust your husband and how he lives his life,
Decisions have to be made alone sometimes
And it seems like he’s been gone for lifetimes.
Being all alone to do things by yourself
You have to get them done can’t just set them on a shelf,
When he doesn’t call you wonder if he forgot
Or if something is really wrong and he just cannot.
Truckin is a tough life all the way around
And all sorts of temptations they do abound
There are dangers everywhere on the highways
Trying to get home makes everything cause delays.
So, if you’re a trucker
Here’s what you have to do
Just rely on God
He will get you through.
( FOOTNOTE:- Written by special request by Gary Bostwick, (my preacher) as a salute to all the brave men and women who do a thankless job and without whom this country would have nothing. Nothing there is to buy got to the shelf by accident. Every item was moved by a truck at some point in its journey from the manufacturer to your house.)