A ROAD WARRIOR

Rolling out at sunrise with my coffee burning hot,

Got eighteen wheels beneath me and a full tank I just bought.

The highway's calling westward through the mountains and the plains,

With my CB crackling static and this rig that bears my name.

Hammer down past Kansas where the wheat fields touch the sky,

Breaker-breaker good buddy got my handle flying by.

The white lines keep on racing like a ribbon through the night,

Every mile's a dollar earned and every load feels right.

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I'm a road warrior rolling through the night and day,

Got the wind behind me pushing me along the way.

There's freedom in this diesel smoke and power in these wheels,

But there's an aching in my chest that only home can heal.

But when the stars come out above me and the roadhouse lights grow dim,

I pull into a truck stop feeling tired in every limb.

There's a picture on my dashboard of the ones I left behind,

My little girl and loving wife who never leave my mind.

I call home on the payphone just to hear them say goodnight,

Tell my son about the Rockies and the eagles in their flight.

But a voice across the wire can't replace a warm embrace,

Can't make up for missing birthdays or the tears upon her face.

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I'm a road warrior rolling through the night and day,

Got the wind behind me pushing me along the way.

There's freedom in this diesel smoke and power in these wheels,

But there's an aching in my chest that only home can heal.

Come Friday I'll be homebound with my pockets full of pay,

Gonna hold them close and kiss them in that same old driveway.

But Monday morning's coming and I'll fire up again,

'Cause a trucker's born for highway miles through sunshine and through rain.

(Bridge)

This diesel engine's roaring but my heart's back home with you,

Every state line that I'm crossing feels like one mile overdue.

I'm chasing down tomorrow but I'm living for the day,

When I can park this rig forever and I never drive away.

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I'm a road warrior rolling through the night and day,

Got the wind behind me pushing me along the way.

There's freedom in this diesel smoke and power in these wheels,

But there's an aching in my chest that only home can heal.

I'm living for the highway but I'm dying for your touch,

Missing Sunday morning pancakes and the simple things so much.

Yeah, I'm king of every mile from here to Tennessee,

But a trucker's heart beats loneliest when the ones he loves can't see.