(Intro – Both) These roads raised us, shaped us, broke us, But we’re still standin’, still drivin’, still holdin’ on. --- (Verse 1 – Husband) I’ve been drivin’ since a kid, born with diesel in my blood, Every rig you ever named, I’ve hauled it through the mud. Seen the backside of the world in a tired, worn‑out way, But the companies don’t see that — they just tell me, “Drive today.” --- (Verse 2 – Wife) I watch you stumble through the door, road dust heavy in your eyes, You give them every mile you’ve got, but they don’t hear your cries. They blame you when the truck breaks, send the bill without a thought, But I know the truth — it’s your backbone keeps this country movin’ on. --- (Pre‑Chorus – Both) Where’s the pride, where’s the honor, where’s the respect we earned Now it’s all cutthroat drivers and companies that never learn. --- (Chorus – Both) You’re tired — God, you’re tired — of being just a pulse in the seat, A number on a page, not a man with two tired feet. Expected to be a robot, predict the weather, every turn, But they won’t pay a dime for the time you’ll never earn. Truckers join your hands, remember who we used to be — More than just a pulse in the seat. --- (Verse 3 – Husband) Mechanics who don’t know a wrench from a prayer, You wonder where they trained, ‘cause it sure wasn’t there. Things break, alarms scream, but the company don’t care, They just say, “Keep drivin’,” like I’m floatin’ on thin air. --- (Verse 4 – Wife) You’ve been on these highways since the day you came to life, You can drive anything built — but they don’t pay you right. And I’m tired of watchin’ you break while they take and take and take, But I’ll stand beside you, baby, every mile that you make. --- (Bridge – Both, trading lines) Him: Where’s the pride in chrome and steel Her: Where truckers were kings, and the road was real Him: Now it’s deadlines, breakdowns, pressure and heat Her: And a man treated like he’s just a heartbeat in a seat Both: But we remember… oh, we remember… --- (Final Chorus – Both) You’re tired — Lord, you’re tired — but you still get back on your feet, Still chasin’ down the sunrise on a highway that won’t sleep. But I’m here fightin’ for you, ‘cause I know what you’re worth, You’re more than just a heartbeat in a cab across this earth. Truckers join your hands, remember who we used to be — More than just a pulse in the seat. More than just a pulse in the seat.
