| Woman Trucker Blues |
| by: Tracy Edwards |
Working all those woman jobs for years and years,
Stores, restaurants, pouring beers.
Never making ends meet, barely able to eat.
I heard of all this money you could make working with a trucking fleet!
So I quit my three jobs, hopped a bus bound for Dallas,
And started truckin’ school along with all those fellas.
Two weeks later, thinking of all I stand to lose,
Oh Lord, I’ve got the Woman Trucker Blues.
This industry wasn’t made for us, men don’t appreciate our views,
So all us women always have something to prove.
We have to drive better, back better, and park straight as well,
All to get a lousy CDL.
What to do, what to do?
I’ve got the Woman Trucker Blues.
I miss my man and his tender touch,
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Who’s holding down things at home, bills and such.
Trying to pay three-job bills on one-job money,
Cause truck-driver training makes practically no pay.
He still keeps hanging, where a lot of men would run.
All I can say is, “It must be love!”
I miss my two beautiful girls, too.
How I long to hug them every day that I’m away,
And send up a prayer to keep them safe with every load
I run down this road.
Sometimes in my sleeper I cry myself to sleep – boo hoo.
Oh Lord, I’ve got the Women Trucker Blues.
Though I’ve seen a lot of beautiful places
And met a lot of smiling faces.
Working day by day, toward that two-year mark,
To get that nine local job, so I can go home every night and park.
To be with my man and my kids, after earning my due,
Maybe then, I’ll be able to shed those Woman Trucker Blues.
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| Life on the Road |
For My Trucker
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| by: Timothy Blazer |
dedicated to my trucker – Wade Armstrong of Truboy Freight |
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Life on the road is a style. A style of pain and beauty.
Life on the road is to see. See the world.
The world at her best and her worst.
Life on the road is to see.
White-capped mountains in midsummer or rivers that flow with angry force.
And others flow with such graceful peace.
It is to see trees that reach the sun and
yet sand that burns your feet.
It is to see salt on the ground in its original form to waves that crash into the beach.
It is to feel the sun’s rays on your face.
Or to see the tornados in the Midwest.
It is to hear the hail or the thunder crack to the gentle rain fall.
Much like the sound of rubber against the old highway.
It’s such a soft pitter-patter.
Life on the road is to fulfill a need. And yet upends a void of emptiness of thought and feelings.
It is an achievement and a commitment. It is a style. A style of pain and beauty.
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At any moment, everything can change
Your heart may grow weary,
Your brakes could go weak,
Your tank could be empty,
Too tired to speak.
The sun on the mountains,
the tan on one arm,
the ocean in view,
the long fields of corn.
Patiently at home I wait for your call,
I wait for the day you’ve finished it all,
To have you home, safe and sound,
to have someone to put my arms around,
It may be brief that you’re away from your truck,
When you leave again I will wish you good luck.
I pray that your heart won’t grow weary,
That your brakes stay strong,
That your tank never empties,
That you’re not gone too long,
I pray that you’re safe, and thinking of me,
That you keep your eyes open and
don’t fall asleep,
I pray for my trucker, the love of my life,
Make it home safely.
Sincerely, your wife. |
| For My Trucker |
| dedicated to my trucker – Wade Armstrong of Truboy Freight |
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Here I sit just for a while
Out Montana way
Watching the rising sun
Bring about a newborn day
The purples and the oranges
What a canvas the sky does make
The screech of a hawk
Calls these plains to wake |
The golden sawgrass
Sways in the breeze
My holy place, my place of peace
Where my God puts me at ease
A place to reflect
To recall those I miss
The "Daddy don’t go's"
My wife’s sweet kiss |
To measure the reason
I spin these wheels down the road
Chasing my dreams
Load after load
I nod a thank you toward heaven
Put my old Pete in gear
Ride off into the rising sun
Whispering "See you next year" |
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