The ice is on the windows and the snow is on the street
And the soot and sawdust mingle on the floorboards at the trucker's feet
And his boots are made of leather, and his gloves are made of hide
And the woman that he's missing's not the woman that's his bride
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And there's a rightness in the rhythm of a man behind the wheel
And all his troubles fall behind him like old dust on a window sill
And if you ask him if he'll take you
Yes he will
Well I'm sitting there beside him now warming up in the cabin heat
And he's talking about California and all the people he'd like to meet
And the 80′s radio station lingers lowly in the air
And I settle into my seat to sleep without a worry or a care
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Then he told me about the hookers and the pipe
And his born again decision and his God that fits just right
And how he drove to New York City for the Bicentennial
High as a kite
Well he let's me off in Fresno and I thank him for the ride
And he looks through the door down at me with a father's kind of pride
And he says these few words to me as he turns down the Steely Dan
“It's a lonesome road ahead son step off it while you can.”
And he eases the big machine into gear and he steps down on the gas
Brakes lift, 18 wheels move, I'm already part of his past
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