But this time I'm rollin' solo, just me and my trusty truck, We've got to get a goin', so goodbye . . . and lots of luck! I'm rollin' up to heaven, up there on that Thunder Road, They said they're waitin' for me and this very special load. They said to check in with the angel at the guard shack of heaven's gate, I guess they need another trucker to haul some of that holy freight! So the next time you see the lightening and you hear that thunder roar, Don't you worry about the storm clouds . . . It'll be the diesel hummin' as we welcome home one more!
By Vicki Scofield
