Highway Philosopher
A poem for your consideration
Three odd decades spent on the Nations Green Stamp
Running our roads from North to South, East to West
Over thirty-two years the Road and the World changed
From a Green-Horn as hell to a seasoned old gear slider
Some smoked a little pot for courage, I preferred the Bible
You see and your hear the world changing behind the gears
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All different kinds of people and all different kinds of weird
A few love, some hate, most just don’t give a damn any more
People used to be much better and so was the O.T.R. Drivers
Now, it’s no one knows anything and no one cares any more
Picking a C.B. Handle is like the choosing of a new Western Hat
Rookies, most try a few handles until they find one that fits them
Our Nations roads and our people teach you many version of truth
One is without a doubt, that Truck Driving is a hobby for the homeless
Pick yourself a good handle, it will probably be the only thing you can afford
