Song Description

A normal day in a truck driver's life

Lyrics

33 Cents A Mile

I work 24 hours a day, in spite of what my logbooks say
I?m trying to live the American way, and support my family

As the rules and regulations change, the driving game ain?t quite the same
It?s hard to hold your head up and smile, for 33 cents a mile

Chorus:
The shippers and receivers treat me like I am white trash
But, I bite my tongue and smile at them, my family needs the cash
The attitude they have, reflects the people that they are
They could never drive a truck; they can barely drive a car

I haul just about everything, from auto parts to washing machines
The groceries you set down to eat, the shoes that fit your children?s feet

The boards and paint to build your home, your bed accessories and high priced cologne
The things that keep you up in style, for 33 cents a mile

Change up:
And yes, I am a sinner, I haul cigarettes and beer
The Bible that you?re preaching from, how do you think it got here?
And the gears that I?m grinding and the years that I?m wasting
A few more miles and I can get some rest
So, when I make my last trip, I?ll know, I did my best

I?m on the road weeks at a time, to live this way should be a crime
It?s hard to find a extra dime, but, I?m doing what I can

I missed my kid?s ballgame today, my job don?t allow for no holidays
The new boat you ordered is on the way, at 33 cents a mile

Chorus:
The shippers and receivers treat me like I am white trash
But, I bite my tongue and smile at them, my family needs the cash
The attitude they have, reflects the people that they are
They could never drive a truck; they can barely drive a car

So, when you lay down, and turn off the light, I?ll be driving through the night
Next time we meet, don?t put me on trial, for 33 cents a mile, 33 cents a mile


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