We were westbound in a big red truck.
Followed the lights into the dark night,
Never knew it could feel so right.
Stopped now and then,
some places so nice,
others never cleaned since I don't know when.
Rode through the sun and the rain,
no matter how long, my ass in pain.
A quick wink of a nap,
woke up feeling like we were more wrinkled than the map.
Finally made it to the east coast,
A land full of trees and humid the most.
A head full of curls,
it would make your eyes spin in swirls.
A day in the pouring rain,
My man fell in love with me again.
A two pound lobster so fine,
couldn't afford no cheap wine.
Stuck in traffic one day,
Made up new words to say.
A tropsnart* put me to tears,
Like a girl in my younger years.
Loaded up the fish on Friday,
We were gonna ride another day.
We were westbound in a big red truck.
Heading home to the ones we love,
Underneath the starts above.
Singing songs of old,
Laughing as stores were told.
Falling more in love with each mile,
This man sure does make me smile.
City lights come and go,
the truck bounces this way and that....whoa....
We can't wait to get home and sleep in our own bed,
But with that being said...
I will never forget
How this guy is the best man I ever met.
*Tropsnart is the word Transport backwards.
