Well, I asked an old truck driver about life out on the road
If he does a lot of singing when he's bringing in his load
And there's a pretty waitress crying for him every hundred miles
If he gets a lot of loving and if he has a lot of smile
And I asked him if those trucking songs tell about a life like his
He said, if you wanna know the truth about it, here's a way
All I do is drive, drive, drive
Try to stay alive, keep my mind on my load
Keep my eye upon the road
I got nothing in common with any man who's home every day at five
All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
Well, we shared a cup of coffee and then I had to warm it up
And his greasy fingers trembled as he held on to the cup
And I said, don't you hear a lot of music, see a lot of sights
But if you tune into the Grand Ole Opry every Saturday night
Well, I'll dedicate you a trucking song to which you can relate
He said, you just do the singing and I'll do the driving
All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
Try to stay alive, keep my mind on my load
Keep my eye upon the road
I got nothing in common with any man who's home every day at five
All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
If I get the future
If I get the future
If I get the future