Running thousands of miles.

Smiles on payday trials in the winter.

Snow covered road with a load headed

down to Georgia. No sleep,

except when I’m driving.

Snow pounding in your face,

hope I’ll be surviving

this trip.  Take a sip.

No trace of an exit

or plows.

May end up in a field

with the cows.

Roads a little greasy, takin’ it easy.

Looks like a war zone up ahead

flashing lights

lights the night.

Rolled over big truck, smoking hot.

His smokin’ hot wife back home,

waits for the nightly call.