Living on the Line

Out here on the blacktop, it's a long and winding fight. Eighteen wheels keep

turnin' through the darkness and the light. Some folks in their little cars,

they don't seem to see. This rig don't stop on a dime,

and it sure ain't built for speed. They cut me off,

they slam the brakes like it's just a game. But when you're playin' layin' with

a trucker, it's lives you're gonna stake. I'm livin' on the line,

holdin' back the steel. One wrong move and the pain gets real.

It's a heavy load and it's more than freight. When impatience meets