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Checked the oil, signed the book at dawn
Thirty years on asphalt,
now it's almost gone
Just one more run
to make the circle whole
Just one more state line
pressing on my soul
This old cab
has been my wooden pew
Watching headlights cut the
morning blue
My hands are weathered
like this steering wheel
But there's a quiet peace that I can feel
And the white lines are fading behind me
No more clocks to beat,
no more loads to bind me
I'm rolling down the highway
to my freedom song
This heavy rig
is finally heading home (ooh,
heading home)
No more coffee cups at three AM
No more wondering
where the pavement ends
Just the porch swing and her hand in mine
Leaving all those miles behind
Rolling home... (yeah,
rolling home)
Just one last mile