Let’s be honest, trucking doesn’t pay as good as it should – at least not for most of us. And even when the rates seem good on the surface, expenses and taxes seem to eat it all up. So, why do we bother? Well, for me, it’s more than just a paycheck – it’s the lifestyle. I love the view, the challenges and the occasional late nights when the moon is bright and the road is clear – when the earth seems to be sleeping, but the road is wide awake and groovin’ to the rhythm on the radio – when you can just roll… feel the breeze and do as you please! An all-night run like that is complimented nicely with a favorite little quiet place to roll in and shut ‘er down just before sunrise. To me, that’s when truckin’ really pays!
When I’m rollin’ through the mountaintops,
Rollin’ opposite of slow.
Or I really have no plans to stop,
And all I wanna do is go.
Crankin’ something loud from Steppenwolf,
On a magic carpet ride.
Roll the windows down and feel the breeze,
And the road becomes my bride.
Moonbeams glowing on the river bend,
Moonlight glowing all around.
Duckin’ radar down the other side,
As I let ‘er drift on down.
Acting young and wild and feelin’ free,
Nothing standing in my way.
Miles of highway out in front of me,
And I’ve been makin’ tracks all day.
There are things that I would rather do,
But I guess they’ll have to wait.
Tonight it’s just the road the rig and me,
And I’m feelin’ pretty great!
When I’m passing poles and power lines,
Cotton fields and railroad tracks.
Passing white lines on the center line,
Rollin’ coal out of my stacks.
When there’s only one more place to go,
Before the sun begins to creep.
Just a quiet little place I know,
Where a guy can get some sleep.
Though such nights are few and far between,
Or it seems as though these days.
I will take ‘em when they come to me,
That’s when truckin’ really pays!