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On the morn of 1971, I climbed up in my first experience, with a big truck, It was love at first feel. Soon I was leased on to a Company in Oklahoma, now it was surely my time, at the wheel. State after state, mile after mile, alert as I could be. Always held a fascination for me.
To wake up in New York, have a bite of breakfast, then on down the road, one thing on my mind, get there safely, deliver this load, stooping in Ohio for a snack and may fuel, then off to my destination, feeling carefree and happy, never feeling cruel.
As time went on, I advanced in this great industry, from one big truck, I ventured out with 3.
The miles never shortened, the loads never ceased, the meals were so-so and my jeans now wore a truckers crease.
Comments were a plenty, on my CB radio, but with a light hearted attitude, I'd go back with a hey Joe. Some days were harder than others, you know it took me 15 years to get to know all my brothers.
Family, they were, family they'll always be, me? why shucks, now I'm an old retiree. Some tell me things, I should have known, like why that "White Line Fever" never goes away, In my heart and mind, that fever still soars today.
Times, they are a changing, the trucking breed forever grows, I stand up and hug, everyone of you truckers, as my time is gone over the road.
God Bless each and every rig out there on the highway, today, cause you know what? Truckers are here to stay.
Copyright ©2005 Katie-Did
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
When climbing up in that rig of mine, I smile and wonder of it all. Just another load, another mile to run, another job well done. I see the beauty of each state, as I listen to my pete without hesitate. I roll on and on, lonely at times, but always aware of the warning signs. This lane that I am in, is filled with yesterdays, of sorrow and bewilderment, of things that's gone stray, today I wonder, will I make it on time, getting my load to its destination, then relaxing with a smile, I call my dispatcher, to find out what's in store for the next 400 miles. Tomorrow, is coming, though the wheels have stopped spinning for me, an accident that left me paralyzed , they thought permanently. But you know, each time I see a big rig, see that black smoke unfurl, I know that yesterday, today and tomorrow was for this girl.
Copyright ©2005 Katie-Did
