As long as my Mistress is the open road.
Doing her bidding as I run yet another load
I guess happiness and love I will never know
Because I am always on the go.
I only go home to see my son
Because a home is no home when empty and there is no love and you know no one
That is not something easily a trucker can change
When never there a life he can arrange.
The best I can hope for is a waitress’s smile
Before heading back out and burning up another few hundred miles.
Never no time for visiting or a rest
That damn Mistress the road is always putting me to the test
She says to me what do you think your trying to do. .live life and have fun
I have another load with which you must run.
So off I go spending another night all alone.
Weary and tired down to the bone.
The sleeper of this truck can on the hottest day of summer seem so cold
With no one to touch, love and hold.
Did you ever stop to think exactly all a truck driver has to do without..
All those same special things in life that you care about…
