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?
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