Johnny Cash

All I Do Is Drive

Well, I asked an old truck driver

About life out on the road

If he does a lotta singing

When he's bringing in his load

If there's a pretty waitress crying for him

Every hundred miles

If he gets a lotta loving

If he has a lot of smiles

And I asked him if those trucking songs

Tell about a life like his

He said, if you want to know the truth about it

Here's the way it is

All I do is drive, drive, drive

Try to stay alive

And keep my mind on my load

Keep my eye upon the road

I got nothin' in common with any man

Who's home every day at five

All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive

Well, we shared a cup of coffee

Then I had to warm it up

And his greasy fingers trembled

As he held onto the cup

And I said, don't you hear a lot of music

See a lot of sights

But if you'll tune into the Grand Ole Opry

Saturday night

I will dedicate you a trucking song

To which you can relate

He said, you just do the singing

And I'll do the driving mate