The ROAD is LONG

I spoke of a dream when I was a boy.
A dream of a job I knew I would enjoy.
A dream of a job! most would say.
Yes a dream of a job that I'll do some day.
I was told with my hearing the way that it is,
S.S.I. is how I would live,
Sell things at the flea market that will help out.
I knew in my heart things would work out.

Severe hearing loss is what I had.
My ear drums and ear bones were gone.
From years of untreated ear infections that I had.
I remember the days when the pain was the worst,
Those were the days my ear drums would burst.
Blood would come from both of my ears,
The pain was unbearable it brought many tears.
Treatment was refused because we had to go,
My family was homeless we lived on the road.

By the time I was fifteen I had a gift,
A gift from god for the life that I lived.
He gave me the ability to fix anything,
From a boat to a bus I could make an engine sing.
Give me a challenge I could get through it.
Like my old friend T.J. would say I'll bet Tater can do it!

The dream that I had when I was a boy
Was a dream of a job I really did enjoy.
After a life many said I would be stuck.
I drove a million miles in a Semi truck.