Trucks, Beer and Tears
I left my home and rolled right to the blue.
My diesel groans, eating up the miles,
I'm running from the ghosts of painted smiles.
Припев
Big rig trucks, cold beer, and bitter tears,
The engine roar is deafening my ears.
In a chilly tavern on the edge of the day,
Only dark ale is washing pain away.
The wheel is creaking, tires grinding mud,
A restless fever rushing through my blood.
Turn on the dial, a jailhouse blues plays loud,
Tossing the tune into the freezing cloud.
Припев
Big rig trucks, cold beer, and bitter tears,
The engine roar is deafening my ears.
In a chilly tavern on the edge of the day,
Only dark ale is washing pain away.
My last thin dime is on the counter now,
Farewell, sweet darling, I am leaving town.
My eighteen-wheeler fades into the white,
I chose this endless highway for the night.
Припев
Big rig trucks, cold beer, and bitter tears,
The engine roar is deafening my ears.
In a chilly tavern on the edge of the day,
Only dark ale is washing pain away.
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