Over The Open Road

The hammer is down,
grabbing some gears;
traveling through a foriegn land,
ready to face my greatest fears.

Hours of service, eleven and ten;
I'll come back home,
not knowing when

The wrangler denim,
worn by asphault cowboys;
Freightliner and Peterbilt,
are their favorite toys

Waiting at home,
facing new motherhood;
I'll take the road,
give me the brotherhood.

A sense of pride,
a feeling of freedom;
one heck of a ride,
the road is my kingdom.