Rolling Down the Highway

(Verse 1) Rolling down the highway, with the sun in our eyes, Eighteen wheels a-turning, beneath the open skies, From the mountains high to the valley low, We're a band of brothers, everywhere we go. (Chorus) We’re the trucker convoy, rolling strong and free, On the open road, where we’re meant to be, With the roar of engines, and the hum of the tires, We’re chasing sunsets, and stoking the fires. (Verse 2) Through the rain and snow, and the desert sand, With a firm grip on the wheel, and a steady hand, We haul the nation’s lifeblood, from town to town, From the big city lights, to where the sun goes down. (Chorus) We’re the trucker convoy, rolling strong and free, On the open road, where we’re meant to be, With the roar of engines, and the hum of the tires, We’re chasing sunsets, and stoking the fires. (Bridge) When the night is dark, and the road is long, We find our strength, in the diesel song, With the CB chatter, and the radio’s tune, We’ll keep on rolling, ‘neath the silver moon. (Verse 3) In the convoy line, there’s a bond we share, Through the miles and the trials, we’re always there, From the first crack of dawn, to the last gleam of day, We’re the heart of the highway, come what may. (Chorus) We’re the trucker convoy, rolling strong and free, On the open road, where we’re meant to be, With the roar of engines, and the hum of the tires, We’re chasing sunsets, and stoking the fires. (Outro) So here’s to the truckers, on the endless ride, With the spirit of the open road, as our guide, We’ll keep on moving, through the thick and thin, For the love of the journey, and the freedom within.