Song Description

Child's recollection of his youth spent on the highways with his truckdriving father.

Lyrics

Daddy drives truck and don't you know sometimes he's out all night,
With three hundred miles of cold road at him and he finally sees the light,
Now he calls up my Ma each and every night just to tell her everything's OK,
How a state trooper stopped him out in Mantua but with a warning he was on his way.

Riding Interstate 90, he's got the needle in the red,
He's riding Interstate 90, he's gonna be in his own bed,
He's riding Interstate 90, he's gone again.

Now Daddy hauls steel all over this town and throughout most the state,
He knows all the back roads and all the breaks so he could take a load overweight,
He went on down to load on up then took off on his way,
Ten tons of steel burning down the highway gonna make it to Sandusky Bay.

When I was young and just a little bit green I used to ride up in his cab,
I'd get paid five dollars a day for riding with my Dad,
On down to the foundry or the salt mine, or the Ford engine stamping plant,
I spent may years of my childhood at the window of his cab.