My dad, he drives a big ol’ truck
He hauls a lot of freight,
He drives fast, everywhere he goes
Cause, he doesn’t wanna be late.
Dad, he drives from coast to coast
Drinks black coffee, by the cup,
But, I can’t wait, for a load our way
So he will stop & pick me up.
I love the horn & all the shiny chrome
And the big sleeper, where he rests,
But when Dad is home and the truck is parked
Is when I like it best!
6/05
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