Late Night Trucking

Verse 1

Midnight rolling, dashboard glow,

White lines running where the cold winds blow.

Coffee in the cup, diesel in the tank,

Moon hanging low by the riverbank.

CB quiet, highway clear,

Only that engine humming in my ear.

Another town fading in the mirror behind,

Just me and the road and a restless mind.

Chorus

Late night trucking under a midnight sky,

Chasing those headlights as the miles roll by.

Truck stop coffee and an old country song,

Running through the darkness till the morning comes.

From Michigan roads to the western line,

I’ve made a whole life out of making time.

When the whole world sleeps, I’m still out running—

Living my life doing late night trucking.

Verse 2

Two in the morning somewhere out west,

Heavy eyes telling me I need some rest.

But the reefer keeps humming and the freight’s gotta go,

So I point that hood where the highway flows.

Neon truck stops glowing up ahead,

Drivers grabbing coffee instead of a bed.

Fuel up quick, then I’m gone again,

Back to the darkness with the wheels in the wind.

Chorus

Late night trucking under a midnight sky,

Chasing those headlights as the miles roll by.

Truck stop coffee and an old country song,

Running through the darkness till the morning comes.

From Michigan roads to the western line,

I’ve made a whole life out of making time.

When the whole world sleeps, I’m still out running—

Living my life doing late night trucking.

Bridge

There’s something about that highway at three a.m.,

No traffic, no noise, SiriusXM.

City lights behind me, mountains up ahead,

A million miles of memories rolling through my head.

I’ve missed some birthdays, I’ve missed some nights,

Seen thunderstorms and desert sunrise.

But every time that diesel starts to sing,

I remember why I fell in love with this thing.

Final Chorus

Late night trucking under a midnight sky,

Watching that sunrise slowly come alive.

Truck stop coffee and an old country song,

Another thousand miles and I’m still rolling on.

From Michigan roads to that California line,

I’ve spent half my life just making time.

While the whole world sleeps, I’ll keep on running—

Yeah, that’s my life…

Late night trucking.

Outro

Moon disappears as the daylight comes,

Diesel keeps talking and the tires still hum.

One more town, one more morning coming—

Another night of late night trucking.