I wrote this last summer during an extended layover without any wifi. It is only partially autobiographical, a little poetic license it is more through the eyes of someone trapped in the trucking industry. Although there are days I feel like this, for the most part, I like this line of work.
My Life for a living
I never went to college
Never got a degree
Never got fat
Working for the big 3
I found a loving woman
We bought us a little shack
She plants flowers in the front
and the kids play in the back
You know it takes alot of money
to live this American Dream
I've cooked I've cleaned I've sold my soul
The paychecks just made me scream
I never found anything
that would pay the bills at home
till I bought this old Kenworth
and I hit the open road
Each day is an eternity
But the years have sure flown by
My face is usually smiling
but my heart knows its a lie
Now my daughter, shes in college
and my sons off on his own
But they don't really know me
cause I'm always far from home
So I fire up my rig
My heart it sinks so low
they say the road is freedom
but I'm so all alone
I've been alot of places
they all sure seem the same
this is no life I'm living
It's really quite insane
Yeah I love my wife and family
it hurts so much to go
But tuition's due on Friday
and there's so much more I owe
When I die, put on my tombstone
please don't shed a tear
He took his own life years ago
when he put that truck in gear