Well you hate those diesels rollin'
And those Friday nights out bowlin'
When he's off for a twelve hour lay over night You wish you had a dollar
For every time he hollered
And he's never comin' back
That he's leavin' But the curtainAnd his hands on your pillow
And his trousers are hangin' on the chair
You're lyin' through your pain, babe But you're gonna tell him he's your man He tells you that you're on his mind
And you ain't got the courage to leave
You're the only one he's ever gonna find It's kindBut the only place a man can breathe And collect his thoughts is
So many times you've lost track
Midnight and flyin' away on the road.
But you've packed and unpacked
And the steam heat is drippin' off the walls
But when you hear his engines You're lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know You're always gonna be there when he calls
'Cause he's a truck drivin' man
Stoppin' when he can
He's a truck drivin' man
Stoppin' when he can.
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