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Sep 2010
Traveling, just rambling along on this lonely old road

All my life, on this journey of mine; I've been carryin' a heavy load

Still contemplating on my last trip, my mind's already full

People can say, this life got my ***** to the wall



Can't stop livin' this life, already miss my *****

My baby waiting at home, can't sleep on the wheel, or I'll end up in the ditch

Hittin' seventy five, hopped on speed

Singin' along with the radio, wishin' I had some more creed



To look forward to a better life,but nothing can beat this

Me and my rig, can you dig this

Highway is a playground, this truck is my toy

Back home, there who waits for me is my little boy



Trucker hats, cop sunglasses, even a mullet can make it a full redneck gear

Can't recall the last time I took some time off, must have been like 10 years

Screaming past rural towns, honking at hot chicks in fast cars

Every night, I'm a stranger at a run down bar



Just lookin' at the pictures in my wallet

To give up all this, hell no, I rather eat a bullet

My baby, my dog, and my little boy's waitin' for me

Freedom is my highway, this rig is my guiding light for me
HELL YEA!!
Steven Brett Craig
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Steven Brett Craig  Arizona
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