The Road Dog
Category: Writing and Poetry
Hundreds and hundreds of miles I drive to deliver this heavy load,
Yes! To say the very least I have to have a bit of money to fold.
But I don’t drive because I need the cash that bad,
I do it because so I can see all the wonders of the road which I am very glad.
I do it because of the beauty of the fields, rivers, and mountains that I drive by,
Be very happy that you don’t have to hear me sing out loud to help me make the miles fly.
I do it because to see all the villages and towns that I pass through,
I also do it because I don’t need the hassle of working for a factory crew.
I do it because the love of the road makes my heart shake,
But I am very greatful that I haven’t been in L.A. during a 7.2 earthquake.
I do it because I can stay up late,
I do it because petro has become my fate,
And I do it because I love to look at other people passing me,
Do I really need to tell you of the cute girls that I see.
With the good comes the bad, especially when you are driving in deep snow,
It can get a bit scary when the monster winds blow.
Other than that you can always hollar at me on the old CB radio,
Or chat with me at a truck stop drinking an endless cup of joe.
Don’t mind me out on the road, because I bring people all kinds of stuff,
From TVs, furniture, seed, oh yea, sometimes I deliver that marshmellow fluff.
So I drive in my cab over Pete looking at that long highway,
I love what I do for a living is about all that is left to say
