Heavy with a Humble Heart

[Verse 1] Joey Whispers rolls through the shore, Red Baron growls, an engine's roar. Kids pump their arms, they beg for the horn, He laughs, says, "Well, you ain't gotta mourn." One hand on the wheel, the other on his mic, He’s live on YouTube, dishin’ out his strike. [Chorus] "Hey, Prius, move it or lose it, friend! You ain't seen a lane till it bends!" His words hit sharp, but his heart’s still kind, Joey Whispers, the trucker's grind. The Red Baron gleams, his pride, his art, Rolling heavy with a humble heart. [Verse 2] Traffic's thick, like syrup in the sun, Joey shakes his head, "Folks forgot how to run." A minivan cuts him, he tips his hat, "Bless your heart, Karen, you're bold like that." The kids scream loud as he pulls the chain, That air horn echoes like a freight train. [Prechorus] His words are wild, his wisdom raw, "Don't text and drive, it's the dumbest law!" A poet of the road, a king of the grind, With every roast, he speaks his mind. [Chorus] "Hey, Subaru, that’s not a passing lane! You’re slower than a turtle in the rain!" His voice is sharp, but his laugh's pure gold, Joey Whispers, a story told. The Red Baron shines, a trucker’s dream, On the asphalt stage, he reigns supreme. [Bridge] The shore lights flicker, the sun sinks low, Joey hums soft, "Got miles to go." He thinks of his folks, their old dirt farm, Where hard work’s a blessing, not a charm. The Red Baron hums, a steadfast friend, Through traffic, laughter, till the journey’s end.