Well, I asked an old truck driver about life out on the roadIf he does a lot of singing when he's bringing in his loadAnd there's a pretty waitress crying for him every hundred milesIf he gets a lot of loving and if he has a lot of smileAnd I asked him if those trucking songs tell about a life like hisHe said, if you wanna know the truth about it, here's a wayAll I do is drive, drive, driveTry to stay alive, keep my mind on my loadKeep my eye upon the roadI got nothing in common with any man who's home every day at fiveAll I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, driveWell, we shared a cup of coffee and then I had to warm it upAnd his greasy fingers trembled as he held on to the cupAnd I said, don't you hear a lot of music, see a lot of sightsBut if you tune into the Grand Ole Opry every Saturday nightWell, I'll dedicate you a trucking song to which you can relateHe said, you just do the singing and I'll do the drivingAll I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, driveTry to stay alive, keep my mind on my loadKeep my eye upon the roadI got nothing in common with any man who's home every day at fiveAll I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, driveIf I get the futureIf I get the futureIf I get the future