12/02/2023
In lands where freedom's spirit rides,
Across the vast, unending skies,
There roams a soul, both brave and wise,
The American truck driver, under open skies.
Through rolling hills and plains so wide,
On highways stretched from side to side,
Their wheels in motion, with steady stride,
Carrying hopes, where dreams abide.
From dawn's first light to evening's star,
They travel near, they travel far,
Beneath the stripes, the spangled bar,
Their journey sings of who they are.
Through bustling cities, deserts bare,
Past fields of gold, in open air,
They see the beauty everywhere,
A nation's heart, its soul laid bare.
With every mile, they weave a tale,
Of lonely roads, of hill and dale,
Their headlights piercing through the veil,
Of night's embrace, they never fail.
In trucks that roar with freedom's sound,
Their wheels, a drumbeat, strong and round,
They move the lifeblood of the ground,
Where American spirit is found.
Through rain or shine, through storm or calm,
Their hands steadfast, their hearts a balm,
With every journey, they bring a psalm,
Of strength, of grace, of healing calm.
So here's to those who drive the night,
And greet each day with morning's light,
The guardians of the road, in flight,
American truckers, a wondrous sight.
In their journey, let's find our own,
A path of courage, as yet unknown,
For in their story, we're shown,
A spirit unbound, a seed well sown.