Trucker's Prayer

Well, I was born and raised to be half-crazed,
to live life as a trucker and travel the highways.
Now there ain't noth'n known that can slow me down,
not the lights of a city or the wealth of a town.
Gold couldn't hold me and luck wouldn't stay,
I'm on a highway that seems to go just one way.

there ain't no detours, there's no turning back,
There's just one destination and who knows
where that's at?
Some tried to warn me when it all first began,
but I clutched, then I shifted, and spun the
wheel in my hands.
It's been my destiny since day number one,
to spend the rest of my life making one more run.

But I was born and raised to do it.
so I'll keep hang'n in there, I'm work'n my way through it.
There's no job too big or a hill too tall,
I take pride in my work and I'm always on call.
I can work all day and drive all night,
burning the midnight oil til the predawn light.

Some say I'm crazy, others have no doubt,
But I'm just an American, day in and day out.
So Lord, when I make my last run and collect that final pay,
and join those other drivers that drive your golden highways.
I ask but one thing Lord and I know I ask in vain,
but Lord, I hope the bears up there ain't allowed to fly airplanes!

Give 'em rubber ticket pads and pencils without lead.
Take away those cruiser and put 'em on mopeds.
Let us trucker's rule the road on those highways in the skies,
Give us all big diesel power and watch us truckers fly,
cause we were born and raised to drive golden highways!

Larry Palmer, Lewiston, ID
(drove truck until he was injured and could no longer drive.)

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