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Verse 1
Clock says four, but it feels like midnight,
Steel-toe boots and the fluorescent lights.
Twelve-hour shift, yeah, here we go again,
Punch that clock and let the madness begin.
Coffee in my hand, nicotine tucked tight,
Sarcasm loaded up to get me through the night.
Forklift humming, pallets stacked high,
Frozen breath hanging in the freezer air tonight.
Pre-Chorus
Twenty below and I’m still moving freight,
Got another trailer sitting at the gate.
Ain’t running on sleep, ain’t running on dreams,
I’m powered by diesel and bad caffeine.
Chorus
Caffeine, nicotine, sarcasm in my veins,
Twelve-hour shifts driving half insane.
Truck tires rolling, forklift screaming,
Freezer doors open and the cold air steaming.
From the driver’s seat to the warehouse floor,
Drop one trailer, then I’m back for more.
Yeah, this working life ain’t always pretty—
Caffeine, nicotine, sarcasm gets me through the shift with me.
Verse 2
Back that trailer underneath the dock light,
Air brakes hiss in the middle of the night.
Drop the landing gear, pull the fifth-wheel pin,
Jump on the forklift and start all over again.
Pallet after pallet, load after load,
Then I’m back behind the wheel rolling down the road.
Radio talking, diesel engine sings,
Another twelve hours doing working-man things.
Pre-Chorus
My hands are cold but the coffee is hot,
I forgot what sleep is—maybe I forgot.
Boss says, “One more,” I just laugh and grin,
Crack another joke and fire that truck again.
Chorus
Caffeine, nicotine, sarcasm in my veins,
Twelve-hour shifts driving half insane.
Truck tires rolling, forklift screaming,
Freezer doors open and the cold air steaming.
From the driver’s seat to the warehouse floor,
Drop one trailer, then I’m back for more.
Yeah, this working life ain’t always pretty—
Caffeine, nicotine, sarcasm gets me through the shift with me.
Bridge
I’ve seen sunrise through a windshield glass,
Watched another twelve-hour shift roll past.
Frozen warehouse, blacktop highway,
Same damn circus on a different day.
But there’s pride in the miles and the freight I move,
In the scrape of the forks and the diesel groove.
You can keep your desk and your nine-to-five—
This blue-collar chaos keeps me alive.
Breakdown
Coffee.
Nicotine.
Smart-ass mouth and a diesel machine.
Forklift.
Freezer.
Another long night—
Turn the key, grab a gear, boys, we’re doing all right.
Final Chorus
Caffeine, nicotine, sarcasm in my veins,
Twelve-hour shifts driving half insane.
Truck tires rolling, forklift screaming,
Freezer doors open and the cold air steaming.
From the driver’s seat to the warehouse floor,
Drop one trailer, then I’m back for more.
Yeah, I’m tired as hell but I’m still standing gritty—
Running on caffeine, nicotine and sarcasm with me.
Outro
Twelve hours down, watch the morning rise,
Cold freezer air and bloodshot eyes.
Headed home knowing tomorrow we start again—
Coffee, nicotine…
And one smart-ass grin.
Details
GeneratedSep 18, 2026
Duration4:16
LanguageEnglish
Style
heavy country-rock sound—dirty electric guitar, diesel-like drums, and a big chant-along chorus.
Credits
Prompt by
RustbeltHighway
RustbeltHighwayModelAria v6
