Trucking life

[intro]
[Spoken word]
This is one for the truckies 
[Verse 1]
Two young boys who both loved,
 playing with those matchbox trucks,
They turned that old hallway, 
Into their own interstate, 
Listening to the truckies, 
On Those walkie talkie's,
Mum or dad were the police, 
So they never could speed.
[Build]
[Chorus]
Looking out, the window at the road 
Admiring all, the lights and chrome 
That turbo whistle, is music to his ears, and the roar from, those eight inch pipes, 
As he shifts through the gears,
Now that's trucking life.
[Verse 2]
Now those two boys are all grown up, 
Only one is still driving trucks, 
And His first one was an old white,
to him that truck was such a delight,
when he thinks about the past,
Wow, doesn't time go by fast,
Now he's still out there making a mile,
Being at the wheel still makes him smile,
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[Chorus]
[Instrumental break]
[Bridge]
He still remembers the time, 
When He met his ex wife, 
She said you have to be kidding,
You really do this for a living, 
That woman's been gone for years,
But he's still shifting those gears, 
The only thing he's ever loved, 
Is driving them big old trucks,
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[Chorus] 
Yeah ohh yeah,
Now that's trucking life
[Fade]

Pedal steel guitar, fiddle, male vocals