Snow-chains on my back wheels
The silver highway I can feel
Big Mack’s load is holdin’
And I’m tired and overdue
I seen a fire on the last hill
I got frost in my shoe still
And thinking round in circles
Only leads to you
Stand on the lake frozen
Glider birds ahead supposin’
When I take coffee and rest a time
Watch the skyline
Snowfall blows the wind
Just like rippling waves are landing
On the mud-flaps of my chariot I call babe
When I reach the view
There’ll be two horizons more
And I’ll be with you
Old church steeples’ distant chime
Valleys green and redwood pine
I pass a stop called Beaver’s Canyon
A new plateau unfolds in my eyes
Droning wheels set me ringing
This old engine’s got me singing
Keep this rolling freedom
Is like good old truckers music to my ears
Snowfall blows the wind
Just like rippling waves are landing
On the mud-flaps of my chariot I call babe
When I reach the view
There’ll be two horizons more
And I’ll be with you

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