I’m A Trucker, Son - Waste Of Time Productions Official Original Music Video

I've logged many miles, from Vancouver's rainy, wet shores to Miami's sunshine.
I've driven the mountain passes over the great divide.
Seen the plains so golden, and wide.
I've seen New York City's big, bright lights and the wilds of the countryside.


I'm a trucker, son, born to ride.
No family to call my own, but friends who'll always be by my side.
Who love me dear, and they'll miss me when I'm gone.
But the open road's my home, where I belong.


I've driven through the night, from Seattle to Chicago's crime-infested streets.
Hauled freight from Edmonton into Nashville's filthy, corrupt music row.
I've seen the dawn break slow, over Nebraska's prairie corn, and watched the stars shine down, on a west Texas night.


I'm a trucker, son, born to ride.
No family to call my own, but friends who'll always be by my side.
Who love me dear, and they'll miss me when I'm gone.
But the open road's my home, where I belong.


I've taken my old rig through many nasty storms.
From Alberta's winters to the Louisiana humid Bayous.
I've met some good people, and some not so kind.
This old road's always been my best friend, and the adventures never end.


I'm a trucker, son, born to ride.
No family to call my own, but friends who'll always be by my side.
Who love me dear, and they'll miss me when I'm gone.
But the open road's my home, where I belong.


Miles are catchin' up, my body's worn.
The road's still callin' me, but my heart's growin' torn.
One last load's waitin', back to my hometown.
Gonna make it count, before I shut it down.


I'm a trucker, son, born to ride.
No family to call my own, but friends who'll always be by my side.
Who love me dear, and they'll miss me when I'm gone.
But the open road's my home, where I belong.


Got one last run, to make this memory last.
I'll roll through the gears, fighting away my tears, gotta feed my freedom addiction, one last time.
Wonderin' what's next, as the miles tick by.


“I'm a trucker, son, born to ride.
No family to call my own, but friends who'll always be by my side.
Who love me dear, and they'll miss me when I'm gone.
But the open road's my home, where I belong.”