Pullin' the Road

 Well it's a grand occupation
 got me a foretold destination,
 I adopt no hesitation,
 pullin' the road toward me!

 In my ten ton chrome
         freight liner
 sunsets always gettin' finer!
 Theres a pretty little waitress,
                  at the next diner,
 So I'm pullin' the road
          toward me!


Chorus:        
 Eighteen gears and
   my favorite one's the last,
 My head says hit the brakes!
   but my heart stomps on the gas!

  Well, ain't nothin' I could move that don't move me!
  And this road worn wisdom sets a man's mind free,
  And the view from that next hill's god's gift to me!

  Well it's a grand occupation
  got me a foretold destination,
  I adopt no hesitation, pullin' the road toward me!

  In my ten ton chrome freight liner sunsets always gettin' finer!
 Theres a pretty little waitress at the next diner,
           So I'm pullin' the road toward me!

       Instrumental:

 Chorus:        
 Eighteen gears and my favorite one's the last,
 My head say's hit the brakes!
        but my heart stomps on the gas!

 Got me a highway education from the
                           great minds of the nation.
 Well it's a common man's vacation,
          Pullin' the road toward me!

 I out ran that last twister til the road began to blister.
 I love the weather like a sister
                           so I'm a pullin' the road toward me,
           pullin' the road toward me,
                      pullin' the road toward me!!!!

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