Eighteen Wheels, by Andy Hunt

This old rig she's a time machine

I get behind the wheel and dream

About the day before I called this highway home

Another time another place

I remember a pretty face

And a love affair now forever gone

(Chorus) And as I stare out the window

I get this feeling that I should

Be movin' on as if I'm already gone

Eighteen wheels won't ya free

My worried mind

Till I move a little further down the line

Was in 1965 bought this rig

And I took a bride

Strapped myself in for a long bumpy ride

And after 30 years on the road

All that's left now of my soul

Is a worn out leathery old hide

(Chorus) And as I stare out the window

I get this feeling that I should

Be movin' on as if I'm already gone

Eighteen wheels won't ya free

My worried mind

Till I move a little further down the line

 (Bridge) So blow ye black rings

Of smoke the engine sings

Before long I'm pullin' in to weigh

And as I stare out from

The next motel I wonder how

The world I fell

In the mirror I see

A ravaged face and a tan line

Where once a ring was placed

Out on the plains the road goes flat

I loosen my belt and hat

Chugger down a taste of Jack

'Cause it's all I've got to keep me warm

And that ol' engine running hot

Takes about all that I got

Just to stay awake

From midnight into dawn

(Chorus) And as I stare out the window

I get this feeling that I should

Be movin' on as if I'm already gone

Eighteen wheels won't ya free

My worried mind

Till I move a little further down the line

Copyright 2001 Andrew Hunt

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