Truck Driving Man
He hauls the roads for a living;
Very few, he has not driven.
He can’t count rides he’s given,
Gear shifting his claim to fame,
Stacks blowing smoke, and flame.
Truck driving, his life’s game!
The winding road is home,
The long nights all alone;
Listening to the engine drone!
Smell of diesel sweet perfume,
He’d reach the truck stop soon.
He’d drop his load by noon.
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