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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