Many dreams have passed me by
Many times I sat and cried

Many nights I felt alone
To live like I live on the road

People wonder were I go
They fantasize about being free

They don’t realize the stuff I see
It’s not what it’s cracked up to be

If they only new we were filled with sadness
To have people on every corner begging for money

To park at a truck stop to get some rest
To deal with hookers and pimps and all the rest

Drivers talk trash and hookers talk cash
Racism runs wild over the CB

They call each other niggers, crackers and whores
So many souls have lost their way

Truly a sad thing to haft to say
But day after day the years roll by

It makes me want to sit and cry
But every day I turn the key

When will the madness end for me
I sit and I wonder when this will be

Until that day comes you will see
Another lonely trucker headed towards the sea