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Eighteen Wheels

© 1998 by Christopher Kurtz

Eighteen wheels, that’s all that’s between the road and me,
driving this big old rig from sea to shining sea,
Willie Nelson on the radio
singing about blue eyes in the rain.
It’s just me and Willie
and my thoughts to keep us company.

Riding on the road, my good friend,
doesn’t mean you’re independent or free.
The radio, the truck stop signs,
another county passed—
It’s still just me and Willie
and my thoughts to keep us company.

I miss my mom, I miss my dad,
I miss my dog, I miss my cat.
I chose the road; now I’m not sure why.
So I’m stuck out here on 81; I’m getting to drive.
When I get back home, I don’t know—
maybe I’ll miss the road.

The highway’s flying by; it’s calling my name.
The folks I’m passing, they must think that I’m insane.
My exit’s just ahead; I’ve got to slow down—
and my friend Willie’s still the only friend around.

It’s still just me and Willie
and my thoughts to keep us company.
It’s still just me and Willie
and my thoughts to keep me company.
It’s still just me and the radio
and my thoughts to keep me company.