The time has come for me to ride,
To Jonesville, far away.
Then pick up a load for Cummins,
To deliver the following day.
I will have no time to stop and chat,
No time to stop or rest.
While I am driving along my way,
Doing what I do best.
From Baltimore I will take my leave,
Head west across the state.
I’ll cross the Tuscarora mountains,
While hoping I won’t be late.
I’ll catch a glimpse of West Virginia,
As I drive on to the west.
Towards my pick up in Indiana,
And people amoung the best.
Across the flat land and rolling hills,
Through Ohio’s countryside.
From Columbus towards Cincinnati,
Sometimes a crowded ride.
Maybe Brad, Travis, Brian or Rex,
Will be the one’s today.
They will load my truck full of freight,
Then get me on my way.