Been here before… Feel you brother… A Olè Driver I ran with always told me… This too shall pass. Hard to see the light at the end of the road when your so deep down a dark dismal highway.
I got her letter in an old mail box I forgot I had at a little truck stop And I read it once, and then I read it again I could hardly keep from cryin' I've been drivin' around the last week or so With an empty truck, I don't have a load And I don't care 'cause to tell you the truth I think I might be dying And it's trucker speed, benzedrine Percocets, amphetamines Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees I mix it all up like a recipe Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground At the side of the road, he said you're a mess When I told him she didn't leave an address Then he got another call said wait right here I'll be back in a little while I put my head across my arms Slept on the wheel for an hour or more And I started it up and took off into the night And it's trucker speed, benzedrine Percocets, amphetamines Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees I mix it all up like a recipe Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground I've been high-centered, low throttle When I couldn't stop, I peed in a bottle I've been so lonesome I made Hank Williams Look like a party of five I've been beat up, broke down Loaded on a truck and driven into town I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line And it's trucker speed, benzedrine Percocets, amphetamines Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees I mix it all up in a recipe Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
Great video brother, them light poles look like a picket fence. I've spent a lot of time on the road myself. This song sums it all up. Becareful out there
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My dads a trucker. I know he’s lived this song.
One of the songs that marks a certain time in life. I am in the middle of long journey and this track laid the path and kept the lights on
This song is so true
Song gets me by along with other things
Wonderful landscapes and nice sound of engine 😊👍
You guys are hero’s for sure. People see that now. Much respect 🫡 🙏🏼🇺🇸❤️
Been here before…
Feel you brother…
A Olè Driver I ran with always told me…
This too shall pass.
Hard to see the light at the end of the road when your so deep down a dark dismal highway.
I got her letter in an old mail box
I forgot I had at a little truck stop
And I read it once, and then I read it again
I could hardly keep from cryin'
I've been drivin' around the last week or so
With an empty truck, I don't have a load
And I don't care 'cause to tell you the truth
I think I might be dying
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
At the side of the road, he said you're a mess
When I told him she didn't leave an address
Then he got another call said wait right here
I'll be back in a little while
I put my head across my arms
Slept on the wheel for an hour or more
And I started it up and took off into the night
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
I've been high-centered, low throttle
When I couldn't stop, I peed in a bottle
I've been so lonesome I made Hank Williams
Look like a party of five
I've been beat up, broke down
Loaded on a truck and driven into town
I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line
I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up in a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
Not even a trucker but hell if I can’t relate.
Great video brother, them light poles look like a picket fence. I've spent a lot of time on the road myself. This song sums it all up. Becareful out there
I'm trying to figure out why this song is just hitting me like a run away truck right now.
Been trucking for thirty five years now. The first twenty years I lived that life.
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Cobra 29LX
Tell me thats southern MO, northern AR?
Wheres this road I've been on it
Highway 21 north in SC?