People often ask me,
How do you get thru?
You live your life alone,
And it is only you.
That is where they are wrong,
I don’t live my life alone,
I just live a lot of it,
By the ringing of the telephone.
I know how to handle things,
That most people couldn’t,
I even have had to handle the things,
My husband thinks I shouldn’t.
No I don’t live in a mansion,
But I do have everything,
I have a wonderful family,
And a husband who thinks I’m his queen.
Do I miss him while he’s out?
Every second I’m awake.
There are nights I go to bed,
Thinking how much more can I take?
I often go in circles,
Trying to handle things each day,
But being a truck drivers wife,
That is the price I have to pay.
I have the kids to raise,
And the paperwork to go through,
Then he calls and tells me,
That Diesel prices are going up again too.
He might have to take an extra load,
To make up the difference in the pay.
So he might just not make it home,
For just another day.
So tell me how many men,
Would sacrifice their life.
That is why I am proud,
To be a truck drivers wife!!
Copyright ©2004 Daubenmire
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