All I Do Is Drive

Well, I asked an old truck driver About life out on the road If he does a lotta singing When he's bringing in his load If there's a pretty waitress crying for him Every hundred miles If he gets a lotta loving If he has a lot of smiles And I asked him if those trucking songs Tell about a life like his He said, if you want to know the truth about it Here's the way it is All I do is drive, drive, drive Try to stay alive And keep my mind on my load Keep my eye upon the road I got nothin' in common with any man Who's home every day at five All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive Well, we shared a cup of coffee Then I had to warm it up And his greasy fingers trembled As he held onto the cup And I said, don't you hear a lot of music See a lot of sights But if you'll tune into the Grand Ole Opry Saturday night I will dedicate you a trucking song To which you can relate He said, you just do the singing And I'll do the driving mate All I do is drive, drive, drive Try to stay alive And keep my mind on my load Keep my eye upon the road I got nothin' in common with any man Who's home every day at five All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive If I can get the fuel Fuel