On a dark deserted highway, Tailwind at my back
Stale bag of Doritos, outside it’s quite black
Up ahead in the distance, I saw two traffic lights
My load was heavy, headlights were dim
I had to stop for the night
There I stood in the doorway
I didn’t feel very well
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Barstow or this could be Bell
So I lit up a Camel – my last smoke of the day
Thinking ‘bout all the trucks on this corridor
That I pass by each day
Welcome to my Road Trip California
I’m trying to go someplace
That I can’t quite place
Plenty of room on this Road Trip California
At this time of year…..you can find me here
My eyes got all really shifty, inside my Mercedes Benz
I got a lot of Swampers and Lumpers – really good men
I wish I was at my house now, not doused here in sweat
Some routes I remember, some routes I forget
So I called up my Dispatcher
What’s my arrival time?
He said ‘you better put that rig into gear –it’s quarter past nine’
And still his voice came shouting at me from f-a-a-r away
Keeping me awake in the middle of the night
As I heard him say….
Are you on the Road Trip California?
Are you in someplace?
That we can’t quite trace?
Are you living it up on your Road Trip California?
What a nice surprise …I need an alibi
Mirrors on my side doors
Looking out for black ice
And I thought ‘We are all just prisoners here of this motor device’
And in the driver’s chamber
I dreamed ‘bout the East
I took a stab at it with my steely nerves
But I just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was being hauled out the door
I tried to find my log book –in the place it was before
“Relax” said the boss man
“We are programmed to proceed”
They can do a road check any time they like
And now…I can never leave
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