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A TRUCKER’S HORN

Trucking on the country road

Welcomed citizens waving in behold

Trucking wheels making the hill climb

Checking my rear view mirrors at the same time

Country music playing on the radio

I am observing families having a good time on their patio

I am blowing my trucker’s horn

It’s the cars I want to warn

Driving at 65 miles per hour

I have a tight schedule, and must be on time in arrive

I have very important cargo and that’s no jive

I stopped at a diner for a little bite

As it is going to be a very long night

It will be my trucker’s headlights

But to my fellow truckers I must be polite

It will be driving through towns and pass cities downtown

A moving highway into destination bound

But smoky will be on my tail

So I can’t speed being the trail

As my truck heads into the sunrise, it’s the flashing lights that make my wheeler’s wise.

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preservationman
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Jul 16, 2014
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