Bigjoe’s 18 Wheeler

[Verse 1]
Bigjoe’s got coffee in a stained paper cup
Grease on his hands, old ball cap turned up
CB cracklin’ like it’s talkin’ ‘bout fate
Says he’s runnin’ one more haul and he just might not be late
[Chorus]
In that 18 wheeler, rollin’ like a fever
Smoking hot engine and a dashboard preacher
Clear highway stretchin’ like it’s all in his mind
He’s eating white lines in the moon light, leavin’ time behind
Yeah, that 18 wheeler, knows his name just right
Bigjoe’s eating white lines in the moon light
[Verse 2]
Picture of his baby on the dash half-peeled
Lipstick note tucked under that old steering wheel
Radio hummin’ ‘bout a love that won’t wait
But he’s chasin’ down the sunrise at a seventy-eight
[Chorus]
In that 18 wheeler, rollin’ like a fever
Smoking hot engine and a dashboard preacher
Clear highway stretchin’ like it’s all in his mind
He’s eating white lines in the moon light, leavin’ time behind
Yeah, that 18 wheeler, knows his name just right
Bigjoe’s eating white lines in the moon light
[Bridge]
Clear highway, heart wide open
Every mile a promise he’s hopin’
She’s a porch light glow in his rearview night
He just keeps on eating white lines in the moon light
[Chorus]
In that 18 wheeler, rollin’ like a fever
Smoking hot engine and a dashboard preacher
Clear highway stretchin’ like it’s all in his mind
He’s eating white lines in the moon light, leavin’ time behind
Yeah, that 18 wheeler, knows his name just right
Bigjoe’s eating white lines in the moon light

country, Classic upbeat country shuffle with bright telecaster twang, walking bass, and brushed snare. Male vocals, laid-back but confident. Fiddle fills answer the vocal lines; chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and a simple sing-along hook. Steel guitar glides in the bridge, then everything kicks back in for a driving, feel-good final chorus., light, classic