By: Cedric McClester

Cigarettes coffee and my radio
An egg fried over easy
On wheat toast to go
Before I face the morning rush
The fender benders and the crush
Of traffic patterns gone quite bad
And people who appear quite mad

Now you can say what you will
But it takes patience and some skill
To ride the highways of this land
I wonder if you understand

I’m on the road from dawn to dusk
And sometimes there’s the smell of must
Underneath my arms from sweat
But I’m still driving
Ain’t stopped yet
So pardon me if I’m defensive
About the fact I smell offensive

Now you can say what you will
But it takes patience and some skill
To ride the highways of this land
I wonder if you understand

One day I know I’ll pack it in
And talk about places I’ve been
And all the things that I’ve seen
From Seattle to Abilene
But right now I’m on the move
It’s time for me to show and prove

Now you can say what you will
But it takes patience and some skill
To ride the highways of this land
I wonder if you understand


(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.