Lyrics:
Well you hate those diesels rollin'And those Friday nights out bowlin'When he's off for a twelve hour lay over nightYou wish you had a dollarFor every time he holleredThat he's leavin'And he's never comin' backBut the curtain-laced billowAnd his hands on your pillowAnd his trousers are hangin' on the chairYou're lyin' through your pain, babeBut you're gonna tell him he's your manAnd you ain't got the courage to leaveHe tells you that you're on his mindYou're the only one he's ever gonna findIt's kind-a special, understands his complicated soul...But the only place a man can breatheAnd collect his thoughts isMidnight and flyin' away on the road.But you've packed and unpackedSo many times you've lost trackAnd the steam heat is drippin' off the wallsBut when you hear his enginesYou're lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you knowYou're always gonna be there when he calls'Cause he's a truck drivin' manStoppin' when he canHe's a truck drivin' manStoppin' when he can