Trucker's 900 Miles
© Steve Suffet
Author: Steve Suffet
Trucker's 900 Miles
By Steve Suffet ©

I'm rolling down the road,
Got a twenty-four ton load,
This rig is the only thing I own,
And if I run her right,
I’ll be home tomorrow night,
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home,
And I hate to hear that lonesome diesel blow,
That long whistling down.

I ride this road the most,
As I roll from coast to coast,
Frisco back to New York town.
Every breakdown and delay,
Means another lonely day,
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home,
And I hate to hear that lonesome diesel blow,
That long whistling down.

I blew through Chi-ca-go,
Just about an hour ago,
Toledo is where I'll chow tonight,
If I roll the whole night long,
I'll hit Jersey just at dawn,
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home,
And I hate to hear that lonesome diesel blow,
That long whistling down.

Gonna climb that Palisade ridge,
And roll across that bridge,
Drop my load and head straightway for home,
A day or two and then,
I'll be on the road again,
I'll be nine hundred miles from my home,
And I hate to hear that lonesome diesel blow,
That long whistling down.