Truck Driving Mamma

At the controls of an eighteen wheeler
Going down the road

Trying hard to keep on time
For which to drop my load

I am woman hear me roar
Don't make me use my jake

I slow up for animals
For them I'll use my brake

Just playing with you
I take pride in what I do

Truck driving mamma
I am mother too

I wave and smile as I traverse
The miles that lay before me

A scrapbook I will make one day
Of all the things I see

Sights and sounds of the road
They call out to me

The hum of the wheels turning round
Are to me a rhapsody

Roll on big wheels mile after mile
You are my destiny

AngelKat50
Copyright 8-5-01


 
 

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