Gonna miss you

I’ve been runnin’ these highways for a long, long time,

Chasin’ daylight, load boards, and county lines.

Seen a lotta names come and go through the years,

A lotta empty promises and a whole lotta gears.

But every once in a while, this road gives a man

Somebody solid… somebody who understands.

And Miss Sherry, from where I sit,

You were one of the best to ever do it.

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(Verse 2)

For twenty years, I’ve hauled freight and carried weight,

Tried to stay ahead of bad luck and bein’ late.

And Lord knows this life can wear a man thin,

When you’re fightin’ the clock just to do it all again.

But you were always honest, always straight with me,

Never sold me a lie just to keep the peace.

And in this business, that means more than most folks know,

Because truth’s a rare thing on this hard black road.

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(Chorus)

Miss Sherry, you’re the best dispatcher I’ve had in twenty years,

Through all the long nights, hard loads, and blood, sweat, and tears.

Always honest, always faithful, always one of the real,

You had a way of makin’ this hard life easier to feel.

And one of the biggest pleasures I’ve ever had on this road,

Was knowin’ when I called, you’d help carry that load.

And I hope somehow you know just how much that means too…

You will be missed, Miss Sherry… more than words can do.

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(Verse 3)

A lotta folks don’t understand what dispatch really is,

They think it’s just phones and paperwork and little things like this.

But when a driver’s out here tryin’ to hold it all together,

A good dispatcher can make it through the worst kind of weather.

And you did that more times than I can count,

When the stress was high and the miles were mountin’.

You helped keep me movin’, helped keep me sane,

And that kind of help leaves a mark that remains.

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(Verse 4)

There’s been plenty of people I’ve worked beside,

But not many I can say I truly held with pride.

And that’s the truth from a man who’s seen enough

To know who’s genuine and who just ain’t built for this stuff.

You were never about drama, never about games,

You just showed up every day and handled your lane.

And I respected that more than I probably ever said…

But I sure as hell feel it now in my chest.

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(Chorus)

Miss Sherry, you’re the best dispatcher I’ve had in twenty years,

Through all the long nights, hard loads, and blood, sweat, and tears.

Always honest, always faithful, always one of the real,

You had a way of makin’ this hard life easier to feel.

And one of the biggest pleasures I’ve ever had on this road,

Was knowin’ when I called, you’d help carry that load.

And I hope somehow you know just how much that means too…

You will be missed, Miss Sherry… more than words can do.

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(Bridge)

Now the wheels’ll keep turnin’, and the loads’ll still run,

And the miles’ll keep stackin’ one by one.

But some people leave somethin’ behind when they go,

A kind of respect that only hard workers know.

And years from now, if your name comes up,

I’ll still say the same thing without makin’ it up—

That I was luc