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That endless black ribbon is a truck driver's home
with his bunk there behind him,he's destined to roam
  Outside of the circle,on the fringes of life
he feels the rejection,from even his wife
  Oh,he knows the truth,'neath the smiles pasted on
but he keeps to himself,turns away and moves on
  Dispatch says get there as quick as you can
when will they consider,he is but a man
  The reciever,the shipper,wanted him yesterday
now here,at the moment,finds himself in the way
  Oh,he knows the story,he's heard it before
with a shrug of his shoulders,he walks toward the door
  He's never needed,'til the load has to go
and then he must roll through the rain and the snow
  He hurts with a passion for they all patronise
but he'll never let them see the tears in his eyes
  He goes the distance,ignoring the pain
and cursing the weather he moves on through the rain
  The price that he pays,what he gives of himself
in this life,finds his place,out in back on the shelf
  He lives all alone in his cabin on wheels
and nobody knows all the pain that he feels
  His wife and his family,busy watching their show
their friends more important,always someplace to go
  The precious few moments he gets on the phone
are too often unanswered,'cause nobody's home
  Should he make a connection,he;ll only be told
there's another call waiting and put him on hold
  The loneliness,the sorrow,the heartwrenching pain
is it a wonder that some go insane
  Outside of the circle,on the fringes of life
the wounds deep within,for long is the knife
  No,nobody knows what a truck driver feels
he just prays he can drown it,'neath the sound of the wheels
  That endless black ribbon stretches far out of sight
ever deeper in darkness,he rolls through the night!

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