Verse 1
Got diesel runnin’ through my veins,
Drove through the sunshine, drove through the rain.
From Maine snow drifts to Texas heat,
I hauled damn near everything on 18 wheels and two feet.
Coffee strong, never missed a load,
I lived my life out on the road.
Chorus
Thirty years behind the wheel,
Steel and smoke and chained-up wheels.
Busted knuckles, worn-out bones,
Truck stop meals and motel phones.
Now I’m done, the keys are hung—
The road moves on, but my song’s been sung.
Verse 2
Pulled flatbeds, tankers, box and freight,
Chased that clock and beat the weight.
Heard a thousand stories on that CB,
Most were lies, but some were me.
Had a picture of home on my dash,
And a back that’s shot from years gone past.
Chorus
Thirty years behind the wheel,
Steel and smoke and chained-up wheels.
Missed some birthdays, holidays too,
Did what a workin’ man’s gotta do.
Now that rig’s got a new man’s name—
But she’ll never drive the same.
Verse 3
Damn near killed me more than once,
White knucklin’ through the ice and dust.
Heart took hits, and my mind got dark,
But I kept rollin’ with a stubborn spark.
I ain’t the same man I used to be—
I’m stronger now, and finally free.
Bridge
Ain’t no trophy on my shelf,
Just grease-stained hats and stories I tell.
Didn’t do it for fame or thanks,
I did it for bills—same as any working man.
Final Chorus
Thirty years on the blacktop line,
Burned my youth, but I did just fine.
Now I sit on this porch with a drink in hand,
Still hear the hum of that diesel band.
The road rolls on like it always will—
But I ain’t chasin’ no more hills.
Outro
Yeah, the road keeps movin’, I’ve made my peace,
I gave it my all—now I get some release.
(fade out)
