Verse 1 Started out in Cincy, just fifteen years old, A boy with a dream and a microphone to hold. Spinnin’ country records, that old familiar sound, Chasin’ down a station where his heart could be found. Chorus Now he’s ridin’ with the truckers through the midnight skies, Keepin’ folks company on that Overnight Drive. From the Beaver to WFLI, then back again, Radio’s in his blood, always where he’s been. Verse 2 Georgia mornings callin’, then Dalton five strong years, Payin’ dues, learnin’ tunes, chasin’ through the gears. Back to Cincinnati, with his father side by side, Truckin’ Bozo’s legacy, now it’s Steve’s ride. Chorus Now he’s ridin’ with the truckers through the midnight skies, Keepin’ folks company on that Overnight Drive. Nearly twenty-five years at the mighty WLW, Now he’s got his own show, dreams comin’ true. Bridge From diesel lanes to the late-night calls, Hard-workin’ people, he’s talkin’ to them all. Hot Shot’s Secret keepin’ the engines alive, And Steve’s voice carryin’ them down the line. Chorus Now he’s ridin’ with the truckers through the midnight skies, Keepin’ folks company on that Overnight Drive. Cincy to the nation, he’s their midnight friend, Playin’ songs and stories ‘til the long road ends. Outro So here’s to Steve Sommers, with the glow in his eyes, Still chasin’ that dream on the Overnight Drive. Through the static and the silence, his voice will survive, Forever rollin’ with the night, on the Overnight Drive.
