Keep On Truckin ?

Keep On Truckin ?

We rolled out for Trump, red hats on the dash,

Convoys to the border, burnin’ diesel, burnin’ cash.

He promised us glory, to “make trucking great,”

Now I’m haulin’ empty trailers and a pile of higher rates.

Keep on truckin’, but who’s keepin’ score?

My rig costs more, my pay’s a chore,

Tariffs on steel, and the rates are poor—

Keep on truckin’, but what’s it all for?

He said “regulations? I’ll cut ‘em by ten!”

But now I’m buried in paperwork again.

EPA’s rules still hang overhead,

And the only thing dropping is my profit instead.

They said, “Don’t worry, the freight will rebound,”

But my dispatcher’s silent, no loads to be found.

Insurance is sky-high, fuel’s through the roof,

And my retirement plan is a worn-out tooth.

Keep on truckin’, but who’s keepin’ score?

Wish I had something for you when I open my back door

My Truck is way lighter then it ever was before.

Keep on truckin’, but what’s it all for?

The big fleets adapt, the small ones fold,

The dream’s gettin’ rusty, the promises old.

We voted for change, but the change that we see

Is a slow, steady grind—no relief for me.

Remember those rallies, the flags and the cheers?

Now it’s just layovers, and mounting arrears.

He said “jobs for Americans!”—well, where did they go?

Guess they’re stuck at the port with the toys and the dough.

My CB’s still cracklin’ with stories and jokes,

About tariffs and taxes and political folks.

If irony’s freight, I’m haulin’ a ton,

And the punchline keeps coming with each setting sun.

We voted for a lifeline, but got a ball and chain,

Tariffs on our trailers, just more bills and pain.

Promised smoother highways, but the potholes never end,

Still hunting for a parking spot around each broken bend.

Rates keep dropping lower while my costs just climb,

Empty words from politicians echo every time.

We’re tired of being “essential” when the pay don’t show,

Angry wheels keep turning, but we got nowhere to go.

Back in the sixties, “Keep on Truckin’” meant pushin’ on through,

A badge for the rebels, for the dreamers who knew—

No matter the struggle, you just kept movin’ ahead,

Now that spirit feels stolen, replaced by worry and dread.

From bluesmen to hippies, it meant never give in,

Rollin’ through hard times with a half-cocked grin.

But these days that slogan feels hollow and thin,

When the road’s full of potholes and the hope’s wearin’ thin.

No loads at the ports, just lines and locked gates,

We’re staring at empties and cursing our fates.

This isn’t the promise we rallied behind—

Trump said he’d deliver, but he left us behind.

We backed him with convoys, with hope and with pride,

But now all we’re hauling is anger inside.

He lied to the truckers, we’re done keeping score—

Keep on truckin’? For what, when there’s nothing to haul anymore?