Truck
Driver
by Roger Montgomery
He puts on his shoes, he puts on his shirt
He grabs his phone, and his logbook
Some travel for fun, but he calls it work
He’s loved and hated, he drives a truck
Up and down the highway, the big truck rolls
With thoughts of his family, wherever he goes.
He’s gone for now, but he’ll return
He’s seen so much, what could we learn
He misses his family, for which he yearns
And that’s what makes these big wheels turn.
If he quit working, this country would cry
Folks depending on him would probably die
Maybe we should salute him, as he passes by.
Some trips he makes are nothing new
Some of his skies are gray, and some are blue
Sometimes he goes real fast, but then
Sometimes he’ll stop and let you in
When I see him on the highway, I pray
Give him Godspeed on his way.
He’s gone for now, but he’ll return
He’s seen so much, what could we learn?
He misses his family, for which he yearns
And that’s what makes these big wheels turn.
If he quit working, this country would cry
Folks depending on him would probably die
Maybe we should salute him, when he passes by.
The Lord is like a trucker too
Who carried all the freight for you
Watching out for everyone
By delivering us His only Son
And from His family, Jesus won’t stay gone
Hell come back with the sound of His horn.
He’s gone for now, but he’ll return
He gave His word, what have we learned?
He misses his family, for which he yearns
The time is right, for His return.
When He comes back and it won’t be long
Folks that depend on Him will be gone
Will you be in that number traveling home?
Will you be in that number traveling home?