| Well, I asked an old truck driver
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| About life out on the road
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| If he does a lotta singing
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| When he’s bringing in his load
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| If there’s a pretty waitress crying for him
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| Every hundred miles
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| If he gets a lotta loving
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| If he has a lot of smiles
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| And I asked him if those trucking songs
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| Tell about a life like his
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| He said, if you want to know the truth about it
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| Here’s the way it is
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| All I do is drive, drive, drive
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| Try to stay alive
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| And keep my mind on my load
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| Keep my eye upon the road
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| I got nothin' in common with any man
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| Who’s home every day at five
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| All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
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| Well, we shared a cup of coffee
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| Then I had to warm it up
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| And his greasy fingers trembled
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| As he held onto the cup
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| And I said, don’t you hear a lot of music
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| See a lot of sights
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| But if you’ll tune into the Grand Ole Opry
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| Saturday night
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| I will dedicate you a trucking song
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| To which you can relate
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| He said, you just do the singing
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| And I’ll do the driving mate
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| All I do is drive, drive, drive
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| Try to stay alive
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| And keep my mind on my load
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| Keep my eye upon the road
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| I got nothin' in common with any man
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| Who’s home every day at five
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| All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
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| If I can get the fuel
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| Fuel |