Here I sit all alone For my husbands
a trucker and is not home
Many miles he travels every day
Across great states far away
I miss him most late at night When
the moon is out and the stars are bright
When he asks how I am I have to lie
Because sometimes at night I cry
That’s when all I want is to be held tight
Cause when he does that everything is alright
I think about him on the road Driving
wherever to deliver his load
All alone all day and all night With
no one he knows nowhere in sight
A big green truck is what he calls
home All over the country is where he does roam
He’s my truck driving man and he
does it for me And at home waiting is where i will be
His job is not easy, this I know
He travels along through the rain and snow
No one says thank you, no one shakes
his hand Even though he takes goods all over the land
Without truck drivers where would
we be? No trip to the mall, no shopping spree
No one seems to understand what
they do They bring everything to me and to you
Even though it gets lonely and I miss him
so bad There is no way I could ever be mad
For he does what he does for me,
his wife So I can have things I want in my life
This is where my story ends you
see I’m a truckers wife, and proud to be.
Copyright ©2003 Tracie Denson
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