The rates have been cut back to the bare minimum.
I need to write but the words just won’t come
I’m too wound up and I know what it’s from
It’s from driving this ole truck and being far from home
I miss my wife and our “kids” I’m so very alone
It used to be a great life out here on the road
We made darn good money and my happiness showed
With each passing mile and each passing day
I gave the Lord thanks for showing us the way
But that’s all gone just a fond memory now
I’m still out here driving but it’s different somehow
It’s no longer fun and I dread every minute
Trucking doesn’t pay anything now
So there’s no future in it
The rates have been cut back to the bare minimum
And it’s hard to make good money even
If you constantly run
The high cost of fuel is the icing on the cake
I just don’t know how much more of this
Nightmare I’ll be able to take
But there aren’t any jobs in our hometown
And I’m told it isn’t much better anywhere else
It’s bad all over because the economy’s down
So until things improve I’ll just wear
A frown and pray for the day
That I’ll be able to go home to stay
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