Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Truckers with T-shirts, jeans and an ol ball cap!
Floating gears, C B bitchin’, and an old road map!
They knew every miles of every stretch of road.
Listenin’ to the truck talk, one eye on the load!
No GPS voice lettin’ em know where to turn!
Just CB static and many lessons learned,
From the early morning sun light!
To trucking it on thru the night!
[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t Google grit, you can’t stream respect,
Some things only come from years of sweat.
[Chorus]
’Cause this ain’t just miles, it’s our way of life,
Steel and asphalt, with blood and sacrifice,
Old school truckers don’t punch no clock,
They live that road till the wheels fall off.
This ain’t a job you hang up at night,
It’s pride in the work, doin’ somethin’ right,
If you don’t feel it in your bones and soul,
It’ll chew ya up before you even know!
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[Verse 2]
They know when to push and when to park,
When the wind’s gonna shove and the storm’ll start,
How to read the sky like a weather man,
And feel black ice before the tires can.
They shake their heads at the truck stop door,
See slippers, pajamas on the truck stops floor,
Damn, “Son, this is business, not your couch at home,
You represent us all when you’re out on this road.”
[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t need a suit, but show some pride,
How you carry yourself is the pride you ride.
[Chorus]
’Cause this ain’t just miles, it’s our way of life,
Steel and asphalt, with blood and sacrifice,
Old school truckers don’t punch no clock,
They live that road till the wheels fall off.
This ain’t a job you hang up at night,
It’s pride in the work, doin’ somethin’ right,
If you don’t feel it in your bones and soul,
It’ll chew ya up before you even know!
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[Bridge]
Yeah, times have changed, let’s just put that aside,
New tech, new trucks, ain’t no new ways to drive,
Respect don’t come with a touch-screen dash,
And wisdom ain’t taught in a crash-course class.
Old school, new school, we ride, side by side,
There’s room for both if you show some pride.
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[Verse 3]
The old dogs know it ain’t about age,
It’s about how you act, makin an honest wage
Take care of the truck, take care of the load,
Take care of your name on that open road.
Earn your stripes, don’t just take the keys,
These miles are earned like trucker degrees!
’Cause every mile’s got somethin’ to show,
If you treat this road like it owns your soul.
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[Final Chorus]
’Cause this ain’t just miles, it’s our way of life,
Steel and asphalt, with blood and sacrifice,
Old school truckers don’t punch no clock,
They live that road till the wheels fall off.
This ain’t a job you hang up at night,
It’s pride in the work, doin’ somethin’ right,
If you don’t feel it in your bones and soul,
It’ll chew ya up before you even know!
[Outro]
Yeah, it’s more than a job…
It’s the road, the load, and the life you chose