I'm here day after day, watching these lonely souls, These highway nomads stopping in from the roads. I bring them a menu, an iced tea on the side, And sometimes just someone they can talk to for a while. They don't have time to take their time, the highway calls their name, A bite or two, and then they're gone, back into the game. Burning fuel toward another distant horizon, While new faces walk through my door with the coming dawn.

Truckers are a breed apart, proud men of the road, Highway warriors carrying life's heavy load. A special world where every day and every night, Thousands of stories are written before they disappear from sight. I watch them come, I watch them go away, And every one of them leaves a memory behind to stay.

Truckers are a breed apart, proud men of the road, Highway warriors carrying life's heavy load. A special world where every day and every night, Thousands of stories are written before they disappear from sight. I watch them come, I watch them go away, And every one of them leaves a memory behind to stay.

Tomorrow I'll be here serving Frank, Mike, or Jacob, With the same smile and the same pride in my job. I live among these distance chasers and mile eaters every day, Listening to their stories before they head back on their way. This is my life, my reality, my place in this world, And I wouldn't trade it for anything, not for silver or gold.

Truckers are a breed apart, proud men of the road, Highway warriors carrying life's heavy load. A special world where every day and every night, Thousands of stories are written before they disappear from sight. I watch them come, I watch them go away, And in every journey they take, a little piece of me goes along the way.