Lyrics
[Verse]
Rolled up to the mill, right at 8:00,
Coffee's cold, but my rig's red hot.
Got a load of feed for a twelve-hundred mile run,
But they say, "Sit tight, we ain’t even begun."
[Verse 2]
Clock ticks slow, and the sun’s beating down,
Mill crew's laughin', just jokin' around.
I tap my boots and hum a little tune,
But I ain't leavin’ here till three this afternoon.
[Chorus]
Oh, the truck’s ready, but I’m stuck in park,
The rooster's crowin’, but the dog won’t bark.
Five hundred miles to my first pit stop,
But I’m just killin’ time, watchin' grain bins drop.
[Verse 3]
The foreman strolls by, chewin’ on hay,
Says, "Hold your horses, might be a delay."
I holler back, "I’ve got a long way to go!"
He just grins and says, "That’s how this biz flows."
[Verse 4]
I grab a sandwich from the cooler up front,
Dreamin' of highways, and a burger joint lunch.
The CB radio spits static and noise,
While I count the hours, just one of the boys.
[Chorus]
Oh, the truck’s ready, but I’m stuck in park,
The rooster's crowin’, but the dog won’t bark.
Five hundred miles to my first pit stop,
But I’m just killin’ time, watchin' grain bins drop.
Style
red dirtcountrycomedymale vocalscomedicupbeat acoustic
Prompt
Trucker getting to the dock at 08:00 to load feed at the mill for a 1200 mile run, but cant leave till three…. And first stop is 500 miles away. Comedy country, red dirt.
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OnsiHumma
OnsiHummaGeneratedJun 23, 2025
ModelAria v4
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