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?