A love song
By Donna Carver
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Ridin' them wheels,
bring your sweet love home to me.
Those eighteen wheels
and the driver in the seat.
Through distant towns
for appointments he must keep,
he's makin' his rounds
and there's little time to sleep.
Over the road
through the traffic and the rain.
He carries a load.
He's watchin' for that turnin' lane.
He's ridin' those wheels, riding those wheels
bringin' his love for me.
On ribbons of steel, he ridin' those wheels
with a load of love for me.
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