Last Ride
Eighteen wheels roll down a highway
on the other side of time
where a dark and ghostly shadow moves
along the centerline
As he rolls across tomorrow
through that final border town
hear the distant fading thunder as
he puts the hammer down
Where there no ropes or fences
no more dispatch on the phone
just a free and easy spirit
on his final journey home
He'll never face another heartache
he'll not shed another tear
now reaching out through destiny
he shifts his final gear
As he rides beyond the sunset
he waves his last goodbye
and now he rolls across forever
on that highway in the sky!
Diesel Dan
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