Verse 1]
Well he started out preachin’ in a country town,
Old wooden church, just a few folks around.
Then a call came in from a company man,
Said, “We haul freight, but we got a plan.
Our drivers are worn, lonely and cold,
They need a shepherd on the road.”
So he packed up truth with his worn-out jeans,
And joined the crew at Sibley’s fleet.
[Chorus]
And the rigs roll on through the rain and pain,
But he’s blessin’ souls out on the plains.
Sayin’, “Brother, don’t you give up yet—
God’s still ridin’ with you on this stretch.”
At a truck stop pew or a warehouse bay,
He’s preachin’ mercy every day.
Yeah, the highway hums and the diesel moans,
But God’s in the cab when you’re feelin’ alone.
[Verse 2]
He’s got calluses from the steering wheel,
And a heart that knows what the broken feel.
From Bakersfield to Baton Rouge,
He speaks soft truth like a backroad blues.
He don’t wear robes or fancy chains,
Just a worn-out Bible and a driver’s name.
He’ll hand you a coffee, say “Come and rest,”
“Even sinners get a second breath.”
[Chorus]
And the rigs roll on through the storm and fight,
But he’s layin’ hope in the dead of night.
Sayin’, “Brother, don’t you miss the sign—
There’s more than freight down that dotted line.”
He’s the light in the logbook, a voice on the CB,
Talkin’ truth and eternity.
Out at Sibley Transportation’s door,
He’s haulin’ souls for the Lord and more.
[Bridge]
They say you can’t find church on wheels—
But listen close when that diesel squeals.
There’s sermons in the engine’s drone,
And grace in a call from a cell phone.
Some men preach from a marble floor,
But he finds God at the loading door.
[Chorus - Final]
And the rigs roll on, down I-95,
Where angels ride and faith’s alive.
Sayin’, “Brother, don’t you drive alone—
God’s got a seat and He’s takin’ you home.”
At Sibley yards or desert plains,
He’s savin’ hearts in Jesus’ name.
Just a preacher on a trucking run,
Deliverin’ faith ‘til the job is done.
