King of Chrome

Well he’s tearing a line down that open road He’s got a Hotchkiss Shaft and 9 tonne load No thing in Hell nor Heaven can match this king of chrome He clenches his knuckles around the steering wheel It’s been 18 years since his last home-cooked meal He used to swim around naked with the fish and the foam He’s got white-noise blaring from his cabin door He ain’t seen his own mother since 1984 And he likes his meat served red, straight off the bone He’s out there searching for that missing part He’s got an eye for trouble and a broken heart He don’t know where he’s going but he ain’t never going home Truck driver Oh truck driver Last of the midnight riders What do you dream in the night all alone? Truck driver Oh truck driver First of your kind, now the sole survivor Where are you heading in the night all alone? Endless highways all leading up He drinks elixir from a plastic cup Oh sing it out loud, baby, sing it low Truck driver Oh truck driver First of your kind, now the sole survivor Where are you heading in the night all alone?