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Modern Concrete Cowboy

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Modern Concrete Cowboy
 
A Country and Western Type lyric - dedicated to my son Tony, who IS that truck driver !

 

I’m a modern, concrete cowboy, hauling down the line,

A concrete cowboy, going home, in this rig of mine.

Down the freeway, across state lines, everywhere I roam,

A modern, concrete cowboy, tonight I’m heading home.

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Tyres singing, diesel humming, pushing through the night,
Headlights glisten, on wet highways, pearls of fractured light.
Windshield wipers, dance their ballet, peering through the rain,
It’s Friday night, pushing onwards, going home again.
Eighteen wheels, vibrate the concrete, pulsing through my mind,
Looking for, that vital off-ramp, the right road home to find.
I’ve been away, from home and loved ones, oh so many days,
Now I’m coming home, touch the brakes, as the big rig sways.

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I’m a modern, concrete cowboy, hauling down the line,

A concrete cowboy, going home, in this rig of mine.

Down the freeway, across state lines, everywhere I roam,

A modern, concrete cowboy, tonight I’m heading home.

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Up ahead, sirens wail, like some plaintive cry,
Blue lights swirling, all around, lighting up the sky.
Rushing past, a mangled wreck, lies broken on the curve,
Someone else, going home, a fate they don’t deserve.
Diesel fumes, taint the air, like rainbows in my brain,
Crank the window, cold wet air, rushes in again.
Pedal down, against the metal, steering wheel gripped tight,
Heading home, through the storm, another Friday night.

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I’m a modern, concrete cowboy, hauling down the line,

A concrete cowboy, going home, in this rig of mine.

Down the freeway, across state lines, everywhere I roam,

A modern, concrete cowboy, tonight I’m heading home.

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Down the gears, I quickly crash, avoid a loitering car,
Correct the sway, coming home, it’s really not too far.
All those days, and nights away, sitting high behind the wheel,
A tattooed, bandana wearing trucker, but loneliness I feel.
Nearly there, just ease my rig, keep it thundering along,
Turn up the CD, dull my brain, another country song.
There’s the off-ramp, ease it over, take the speed right down,
Friday night, she’s brought me safely, back to my home town.

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I’m a modern, concrete cowboy, hauling down the line,

A concrete cowboy, going home, in this rig of mine.

Down the freeway, across state lines, everywhere I roam,

A modern, concrete cowboy, tonight I’m heading home.

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Two short days, with my loved ones, then on the road again,
Hauling loads, down the highway, come sun or snow or rain.
A modern cowboy, on eighteen wheels, just following a concrete track,
Just looking towards next Friday, when I’ll be coming back.

 

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I’m a modern, concrete cowboy, hauling down the line,

A concrete cowboy, going home, in this rig of mine.

Down the freeway, across state lines, everywhere I roam,

A modern, concrete cowboy, tonight I’m heading home.

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Music Writer ? I can only do lyrics, but if you are willing to co-operate on writing a tune for this - get in touch, using the contact form on the 'home' page.
 
John Roberts

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