Steel Spurs Railroad

Eighteen wheels on a concrete trail

Hauling this load through the wind and the hail

Got my old Stetson on the dashboard high

Just a modern cowboy under a Texas sky

Diesel burning like a campfire flame

Every little highway

whispers my name

Roll on, roll on,

steel horse of mine

Chasing the sun down the centerline Got a

heavy hand on the gearshift chrome

This highway is my saddle and the cab

is my home

Passed a sign post back in Abilene

Drinking black coffee to stay sharp and keen

No cattle to herd just the freight in the back

Singing old tunes on this asphalt track

Spurs might be silent but the engine still roars

Breathing in the dust of these open doors

Roll on, roll on,

steel horse of mine

Chasing the sun down the centerline Got a

heavy hand on the gearshift chrome

This highway is my saddle and the cab

is my home

Sometimes the night is a long lonely road

Carrying more than a physical load

But the headlights guide me through the dark

Leaving behind a trail and a spark

Roll on... (hummmm)

Just keep rolling home