Lyrics

[Verse 1] Well, you hate those diesels rolling Those Friday nights out bowling When he's off for a twelve-hour lay overnight You wish you had a dollar For every time he hollered That he's leaving and he's never coming back [Verse 2] But the curtain-laced billow His hands on your pillow And his trousers are hanging on the chair You're lying through your pain, babe But you're gonna tell him he's your man You ain't got the courage to leave [Verse 3] He tells you that you're on his mind You're the only one he's ever gonna find That's kinda special and understands his complicated soul The only place a man can breathe And collect his thoughts Is midnight, flying away on the road [Verse 4] But you've packed and unpacked So many times you've lost track And the steam heat is dripping off the walls But when you hear his engines You're looking through the window in the kitchen And you know you're always gonna be there when he calls [Outro] 'Cause he's a truck driving man Stop in when he can He's a truck driving man Stop in when he can