Ode To Truckers
We don't realize how important they are,
Out on the interstate in front of our cars.
We get angry when they travel up a hill slow,
What they go through, most people never know.
Deadlines and commitments delivering freight,
Worries on his mind about breakage and weight.
A dispatcher sending him all over the place,
He misses his wife and his son's smiling face.
Listening to the radio, trying to stay on time,
Someone forces him to try stopping on a dime.
Traveling around in all kinds of weather,
Sitting in that seat until his bottom feels like leather.
It pays the bills and makes him feel good,
Even if he doesn't get the respect that he should.
He might not be defending his country in war,
But people get what they need, of that he is sure.
A truck driver's life is not an easy one at all,
He's never off duty, he's always on call.
When that rig pulls into his driveway to rest,
His family knows they have been blessed with the best!
We don't realize how important they are,
Out on the interstate in front of our cars.
We get angry when they travel up a hill slow,
What they go through, most people never know.
Deadlines and commitments delivering freight,
Worries on his mind about breakage and weight.
A dispatcher sending him all over the place,
He misses his wife and his son's smiling face.
Listening to the radio, trying to stay on time,
Someone forces him to try stopping on a dime.
Traveling around in all kinds of weather,
Sitting in that seat until his bottom feels like leather.
It pays the bills and makes him feel good,
Even if he doesn't get the respect that he should.
He might not be defending his country in war,
But people get what they need, of that he is sure.
A truck driver's life is not an easy one at all,
He's never off duty, he's always on call.
When that rig pulls into his driveway to rest,
His family knows they have been blessed with the best!
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