Heavy Westbound — Oakland Run

[Couplet 1] Left Albuquerque loaded heavy, forks and steel on my spine, Hundred eighteen thousand pounds, the kind that bends the line. I‑40 whisperin’ westbound, desert heat on the chrome, Regulator locked at sixty‑five, but the weight said “bring it home.” New Mexico plates on the trailer, dust risin’ in the sun, No fines, no fear, just the hum of a veteran run. Oakland callin’ through the static, highway stretched like a vein, One hour thirty on the clock, clean miles in my lane. [Refrain] Heavy westbound, rollin’ past the limit, Sixty‑nine on the dash ’cause the load pushed with it. From Albuquerque’s dawn to the Bay’s cold wind, I ride the asphalt hard — that’s the life I’m in. [Couplet 2] Arizona faded behind me, Mojave burnin’ slow, Weight pullin’ on the engine, diesel thunder in the glow. Regulator clipped at sixty‑five, but the grade said “not today,” My 389 climbed higher, broke the line along the way. No damage on the meter, no trouble on the ride, Just the long‑haul calm of a trucker’s pride. HMS on the papers, three trailers in a row, Oakland cranes in the distance, steel shadows in the glow. [Bridge] If you feel the pull of the cargo, let the engine decide, Some loads write the speed, some loads teach you to ride. From the desert to the ocean, from the dust to the dock, I’m the ghost on the interstate — the one who beats the clock. [Refrain — Final] Heavy westbound, rollin’ past the limit, Sixty‑nine on the dash ’cause the load pushed with it. From Albuquerque’s dawn to the Bay’s cold wind, I ride the asphalt hard — that’s the life I’m in.