Truck Driving Mamma
At the controls of an eighteen wheeler
Going down the road
Trying hard to keep on time
For which to drop my load
I am woman hear me roar
Don't make me use my jake
I slow up for animals
For them I'll use my brake
Just playing with you
I take pride in what I do
Truck driving mamma
I am mother too
I wave and smile as I traverse
The miles that lay before me
A scrapbook I will make one day
Of all the things I see
Sights and sounds of the road
They call out to me
The hum of the wheels turning round
Are to me a rhapsody
Roll on big wheels mile after mile
You are my destiny
AngelKat50
Copyright 8-5-01
