It's about truckin'

It's about corners It's about curves someone cut me off and I had to swerve. It's having the sand and moving some boulders. That son-of-a-bitch just jumped off the shoulder! It's about food It's about shelter No logic in logistics it's all helter-skelter. It's coast to coast and doin' the rounds It's thirty-five uphill at eighty-thousand pounds. It's going to New York at my behest and still getting done despite the rats nest. It's about lights. It's about chrome. It's three-hundred-sixty-five days of not going home. It's a lifestyle or, a means to an end. Delivering unscathed your new Mercedes Benz. It's about needs. It's about drive, delivering oxygen that keeps your grandma alive It's about art. It's about physics. You can't get the job done without knowing some tricks. It's about sun. It's about rain. It's about intermodal; from the ship to the train. It's about cabovers. It's about hoods. It's about the industry and all of its' moods. It's about lonliness, being starved for affection. Wishing you could get loaded in a homeward direction. It's about midnight runs and no doubt, I'm sure you know it's usually a big truck that's first to the rescue.