Make Great Money, See the Country

Back when I was just a kid fresh out of school. Saw that poster

on the wall, it looked so cool. Make great money, see the country,

be your own boss, it said. So I signed up for the

long haul with dreams still in my head. Hit the road in an old

rig. Tires humming on the black top. Leavin' home behind me,

knew I'd never wanna stop. Make great money, see the country, be your own

boss. That's the promise that caught me no matter the cost.

From coast-to-coast, under endless skies, truckin' through the nights, chasin' those highway