Horizon Hauler - Texas Trucker

Horizon Hauler - Texas Trucker Dark thirty on the Permian Basin, coffee steam on the dashboard glass Crank the Detroit, feel the vibration, watch the shadows retreat and pass Eighteen wheels and a fifty-three footer, scaled heavy at the Chicken Creek scale No weigh-in worry, no slow-moving shudder, just diesel faith on a western trail The cab smells like leather and sunbaked dust, a map of miles on the GPS screen But the best navigation is instinct and trust, and the biggest sky that I’ve ever seen Sun peeks over the Caprock rim, painting the caliche gold Shifter drops low, the turbo screams, got a story of freedom to unfold Ain't running from nothing, just running to light Chasing the edge of the day into night I’m a Horizon Hauler, king of the open plain Where the asphalt ends and the sky begins, I’m dancing with the rain Deep drones in the chest, high lonesome fiddle crying sweet Every mile a memory, every town a heartbeat Got a heavy load and a lighter soul, headed where the eagle flies Horizon Hauler rolling on, underneath the West Texas skies Optimistic wheels turning round, leaving the grey behind Yeah, I’m a Horizon Hauler, and the sun is mine Midday heat shimmers on the Llano, mirages dancing on the hood Radio plays some George Strait vinyl, singing "Amarillo by Morning" good Pull the Jake brake dropping into the canyon, Palo Duro walls rising tall Red rock layers telling stories older than the Alamo’s call Stop at a pull-out, stretch the legs, breathe air sharp with creosote Watch a hawk ride the thermal updrafts, got no rush, got nowhere to go But forward, always forward, with a tank full of hope and speed The best therapy’s a long straight stretch, and a rig that pays no heed Sun rides high on the Caprock rim, turning the caliche gold Shifter floats smooth, the turbo sings, got a story of freedom to unfold Ain't running from nothing, just running to light Chasing the edge of the day into night I’m a Horizon Hauler, king of the open plain Where the asphalt ends and the sky begins, I’m dancing with the rain Deep drones in the chest, high lonesome fiddle crying sweet Every mile a memory, every town a heartbeat Got a heavy load and a lighter soul, headed where the eagle flies Horizon Hauler rolling on, underneath the West Texas skies Optimistic wheels turning round, leaving the grey behind Yeah, I’m a Horizon Hauler, and the sun is mine Night falls soft on the Trans-Pecos, a blanket stitched with diamond stars No city glow to dim the cosmos, just me and Mars and passing cars The deep drone settles in the frame, a lullaby of torque and steel The fiddle whispers in the windshield, telling me the journey is real It’s not the freight, it’s not the pay, it’s the horizon in my eyes The promise kept of a brand new day, beneath the vast and velvet skies I’m a Horizon Hauler, king of the open plain Where the asphalt ends and the sky begins, I’m dancing with the rain Deep drones in the chest, high lonesome fiddle crying sweet Every mile a memory, every town a heartbeat Got a heavy load and a lighter soul, headed where the eagle flies Horizon Hauler rolling on, underneath the West Texas skies Optimistic wheels turning round, leaving the grey behind Yeah, I’m a Horizon Hauler, and the sun is mine The sun is mine Yeah, the horizon’s mine Join Member:    / @mobiljos   #carnews Web News http://www.kartininews.com