Tacoma Truck Stop Blues

Trucking down from Canada, through Northwest America. Feeling every lonesome mile, you can rest in just awhile. Southwest of Seattle town, there’s a place where you sit down, Drinking, trying hard to lose those Tacoma truck-stop blues. “Better get back on the road, ‘hope your senses are not slowed, Too much beer is in your head, clear your brain or you’ll be dead. Drinking coffee when you drive, singing songs to keep alive, Maybe they can help you lose those Tacoma truck-stop blues. Make believe you love the life, leave your children, leave your wife, Leave those other trucks behind, hear that diesel sound unwind. Waitresses and wives agree: truckers only think they’re free; Driving fast but you can’t lose those Tacoma truck-stop blues.