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The ice is on the windows and the snow is on the street

And the soot and sawdust mingle on the floorboards at the trucker’s feet

And his boots are made of leather, and his gloves are made of hide

And the woman that he’s missing’s not the woman that’s his bride

And there’s a rightness in the rhythm of a man behind the wheel

And all his troubles fall behind him like old dust on a window sill

And if you ask him if he’ll take you

Yes he will

Well I’m sitting there beside him now warming up in the cabin heat

And he’s talking about California and all the people he’d like to meet

And the 80′s radio station lingers lowly in the air

And I settle into my seat to sleep without a worry or a care

Then he told me about the hookers and the pipe

And his born again decision and his God that fits just right

And how he drove to New York City for the Bicentennial

High as a kite

Well he let’s me off in Fresno and I thank him for the ride

And he looks through the door down at me with a father’s kind of pride

And he says these few words to me as he turns down the Steely Dan

«It's a lonesome road ahead son step off it while you can.»

And he eases the big machine into gear and he steps down on the gas

Brakes lift, 18 wheels move, I’m already part of his past

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