Semi Suite

Well you hate those diesels rollin'

And those friday nights out bowlin'

When he's off for a twelve hour lay over night



You wish you had a dollar

For every time he hollered

That he's leavin'

And he's never comin' back



But the curtain-laced billow

And his hands on your pillow

And his trousers are hangin' on the chair



You're lyin' through your pain, babe

But you're gonna tell him he's your man

And you ain't got the courage to leave



He tells you that you're on his mind

You're the only one he's ever gonna find

It's kind-a special, understands his complicated soul...



But the only place a man can breathe

And collect his thoughts is

Midnight and flyin' away on the road.



But you've packed and unpacked

So many times you've lost track

And the steam heat is drippin' off the walls



But when you hear his engines

You're lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know

You're always gonna be there when he calls



'cause he's a truck drivin' man

Stoppin' when he can

He's a truck drivin' man

Stoppin' when he can




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