Trucker's Radio

There's a trucker on the CB singin' blues. Tradin' jokes and weather, nothin' much to lose. He calls me friend like we've known each other Years. Static crackles, but the laughter's clear. Trucker's radio, keepin' us awake. Every mile, a story we can take. Somewhere out there, someone's drivin' too. Trucker's radio, me and you. She's spinnin' through the channels for a voice. Somethin' warm enough to make some noise. A gospel preacher fades to country twang. Till a trucker's growl comes through with a clang. Turn it up now, don't let it fade. Every crackle's a friend we've made. Somewhere out on Channel nineteen. The loneliest road ain't what it seems. Trucker's radio, keepin' us awake. Every mile, a story we can take. Somewhere out there, someone's drivin' too. Trucker's radio, me and you. Well, hand me the mic, let me have my Say. Tell 'em where we're headed, don't delay. We're just rollin', we're just rollin' on. Gone before the trucker's radio's gone.