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You are a truckin' man A lonely life no doubt The road you travel, choices Your company, faceless voices. They talk of their place of home Or where they might be going The long road ahead Loved ones, home in bed. A life of solitute Hauling goods cross country Your world seen through a windshield Truckin' your chosen field. Been down that road before Will probably see it again The road is mine alone Driving, driving, going home. ~Lyn~ ~February 18, 2003~© |
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