I stumble from the cab of this ole truck,
To the sleeper where I lay.
My eyes close,I drift off to dream land,
And I awake to a sunny day.
I smell leather as its cent kisses the air,
I have a taste of gun smoke,
The sound of spurs clinging from a boot,
All the horses dust is so thick it could make you choke.
The smell of rot gut liquor,
The sound of a swinging saloon door.
The sliding of the glass as it sciffs across the bar,
The laughter from the second floor.
The meeting in the streets at twelve o'clock,
To see who had the fastest gun.
To the card tables where money lay,
An argument over who won.
Hand as quick as lighting,nerves of steel,
The two fourty-fours hangin on my side.
Well now I must wake up,put the six shooters away,
This big ole truck is the only horse I will ride.
Time to leave that dream land for another day,
Need to get this rig down the road.
I will return to dream land,to my western world,
But I really need the pay,so now I'll deliver the load.