Freedom of the Road

Verse 1

Coffee in the holder, sunrise in the glass,

Forty tons behind me and another town to pass.

Got a sleeper for a bedroom, CB by my side,

And a ribbon of blacktop stretching open wide.

No punch clock beside me, no fence around my soul,

Just another state line and a tanker full of diesel to roll.

Chorus

It’s the freedom of the road,

Where the white lines lead and the big wheels go.

From the mountains out west to the Great Lakes cold,

There’s a whole lot of living in the miles I’ve rolled.

Yeah, home’s where my heart is, but out here I know,

There ain’t nothing quite like the freedom of the road.

Verse 2

I’ve watched the sun rise over Wyoming snow,

Seen the desert turn red where the Arizona winds blow.

Ran the Grapevine heavy, crossed the plains at night,

Watched a thunderstorm dancing underneath the dashboard lights.

Some folks need four walls to feel like they belong,

I just need eighteen wheels and a good country song.

Chorus

It’s the freedom of the road,

Where the white lines lead and the big wheels go.

From the mountains out west to the Great Lakes cold,

There’s a whole lot of living in the miles I’ve rolled.

Yeah, home’s where my heart is, but out here I know,

There ain’t nothing quite like the freedom of the road.

Bridge

Sure, you miss some birthdays,

You spend some nights alone,

You talk to the one you love

Through the speaker on the phone.

But when that diesel starts humming

And the interstate unfolds,

You remember why you fell in love

With this life so long ago.

Final Chorus

It’s the freedom of the road,

That feeling only an old trucker knows.

Coffee getting colder, another hundred to go,

Moonlight on the hood and the radio low.

I’ll always love that driveway waiting back at home,

But part of me will always chase

The freedom of the road.

Outro

Yeah, point me toward the horizon,

Let those eighteen wheels roll…

There ain’t nothing quite like

The freedom of the road.