Texas to Tennessee Haul

CB Crackling. Moon hang low' Sun fallin' red on Texas fence line.

Boots in the gravel, clocks sayin' time. Cattle low breathe, steam in the

dark. Chains sink steel, trailer leaves a mark. And smell like

dust, leather, and rain. Every mile paid in sleep and

pain. Mama said, "Slow down, boy, you've been gone

too long." But the road keep hummin' that diesel song. He hauls them

cattle from Texas to Tennessee. White lines blur what home used to be.

Does it for the pay, does it for the fun? Does it just