The Road Runner

Been all over this map, from dot to dot Red and blue lines, like his old tired eyes Running late up and down every interstate It is a living, like it or not Another truck stop, burger and a order of fries Rather hauling cattle or packing freight A long haul from Laredo to San Pancho "Dead heading", from there to God knows where Flirting with a truck stop Cutie, a hot cup of coffee "Sure Babe, make it to go" Millions of white lines and little prayer The country, he is getting to see Over weight, got to dodge the scales Chain up in Bozeman, slip and slide to "The Mile High City" Maybe there will be another load "Black Ice" everywhere, white knuckle driving, biting his nail Co-pilots, little white pills with no pity "I need to get off this damn old road" Blow into "The Windy City" then on to Fargo Half a tank of fuel, it is freezing in this old "Pete" Wind a blowing fifty or more, drifting snow four foot deep Driving all night, nothing but snow Frozen to the core, no sign of any heat He is a road runner...Beep Beep San Pancho is Mexican border slang for San Francisco?