

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Coffee gone cold in a paper cup Sun coming up in the mirror Kids’ drawings on the dashboard stuck Their laughs still ringing in my ears Four lanes wide and the mile signs blur Their names on my lips like a prayer Your picture swinging from the visor there Feels like you’re riding in the air [Chorus] I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway Rolling farther from the ones I love Every white line writes another why Babe Why this road never seems enough Got your letters in my pocket Like a map back to your door I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway Missing you a little more [Verse 2] Left my boots by the kitchen chair You laughed Said you’d trip on my mess Now it’s truck stop lights and the diesel air And a pillow that smells like your dress Promise I’ll be home by Friday night We’ll burn those burgers on the grill Till then it’s just me and these passing lights And your voice on the speaker Keeping still [Chorus] I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway Rolling farther from the ones I love Every white line writes another why Babe Why this road never seems enough Got your letters in my pocket Like a map back to your door I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway Missing you a little more [Bridge] Some folks chase the sun for fun I chase it just to pay the bills But I’d trade this rig This run This rumble For one slow night in your hills (oh yeah) [Chorus] I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway Rolling back to where my heart belongs Every mile down is a mile toward my place Where your arms rewrite this song Got your letters in my pocket I don’t need them anymore I’m a truck driver on a four-lane highway Backing up to our front door
Tags
Mid-tempo heartland country, warm telecaster riffs and steady kick under male vocals. Verses stay intimate with sparse acoustic and subtle organ pad; chorus swells with stacked harmonies and slide guitar answering the vocal. Bridge drops to just vocal and guitar, then full band and toms lift into a final, anthemic chorus.
3:10
No
2/27/2026