He pulls into the driveway and gives his horn a blast, the kids run out to greet him, Daddy's home at last. He climbs down from his big rig and his arms fill up with love and Momma stands upon the front porch and thanks the Lord above. He's been all across the country, drove long into the night, his arms and eyes are weary but he carrys on the fight. The load that he is hauling will help the next small town, so he keeps his foot down on the pedal, he will not let them down. He is a symbol of this nation, like the eagle on his door, no matter what may come our way, that eagle always soars! Oh yes we have some problems, right and left and in between but eighteen wheels keep rolling, driver and machine. The sun will rise tomorrow just as it did today, he'll climb back into his cab again and Momma then will pray. "Lord, bless this asphalt cowboy, keep him safe behind the wheel, as he rides across red, white and blue on his leather, chrome and steel." He is a symbol of this nation, like the eagle on his door, no matter what may come our way, that eagle always soars! Oh yes we have some problems, right and left and in between but eighteen wheels keep rolling, driver and machine. "Lord, bless this asphalt cowboy, keep him safe behind the wheel, as he rides across red, white and blue on his leather, chrome and steel." "Lord, bless this asphalt cowboy, keep him safe behind the wheel, as he rides across red, white and blue on his leather, chrome and steel."
