long highway home
The long highway Home by john King
     
     
 
  The long highway home      

Rubber steel and lots of chrome,

Going down the long highway home.

She sits alone, waiting for him,

Her truck driver sweet,hart ,named Jim. 

Through sixteen gears, without a grind.

A smoother shifter you cant 'find

      Eighteen wheels

     between him and the road,

Trucking down the highway

 carrying his load.

His C B. keeps him wide awake,

Black coffee when he has a break.

Truck stops are good to see ,

little sleep and lots of t.v

Up in the morning early to start,

Back on the highway

 to my sweet hart.

Give me a southbound;

what do you see?

Are there any smookeys

waiting for me?

I got to get home to see

 my girl'

she smells like a flower ,

and she is as smooth as

a pearl.

We have a big date on Saturday night!

And we will sing and dance,

till they play goodnight.

Just four stops and ill be done,

then two nights full of fun.

Out of this rig and

 into my car,

twenty miles doesn't seem

so far.

She is so pretty and so small,

And I know she is waiting for my call'

Its starting to rain,

The roads are getting slick,

I better not stop this rig to  quick!

I cant stop! I am starting to slide!

That Saturday night'

and ALL ALONE,

SHE cryeeeeed.!