What the Truck?
When I'm cruising down the street,
I'm not boozing while I eat!
I don't waste my time on luck,
I put my faith in my truck!
Thru sleet and snowy weather,
Our thirty years together,
Outlasted all the others,
All my truck driving Brothers!
But nothing could be finer,
Parked near a local diner,
Than a truck driving Sister...
That's a "Truck Driver" Mister!
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