Story Behind The Song

I've always dreamed of hitting the open road. As I say this, I am in a hotel room in Seattle. Love to travel.

Song Description

The dream that comes true. The love of the open road.

Lyrics

I been sittin' back, wishing and a hoping that
Someday I would be
Rollin' down your highways and checking out your byways.
So much more this one boy to see.

Come steamin'out of LA, maybe next Sunday
And where I'm bound I can't say.
I gotta put a hundred miles tween me and your smiles
Before I see the break of day.

I got that gloss eyed fever
Make a truckin' man feel ok.
Those old first run quivers
Got to push it just another day.

Made it into Santa Fe, picked up on another day
Got a little time on my hands
Dancin' with a lady, she's talking kinda crazy
Says she's heard about us truck drivin' men.

You know I hate rumors so I hum a tune
As I showed her the way to my heart.
Few more sips of wine, we had a good time
And I headed out before it was dawn.

I love the pound of the highway beneath my feet
And I watch the down grade and the sound made
Lord I sure could use some sleep.

Few more hours now I'm gonna make it somehow
Sunshine is burning my eyes
How I love my first run know it's not my last one
All along I pray for clear skies

My Momma's back some wheres, hoping that her son
Has sense enough to slow down.
Ya know that I been lucky But I keep on truckin
Gotta make it through another day
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