(on the road again...)
for the road, just truckin´goods through the countries
working all day, moving a load on my shoulders
spending the night in some roadhouse
tomorrow I´ll be on the road again
got no one to show me my way through the night back home
Life like a fever surching for something I don´t know
spending some mammon there are no feelings to show
buy me some cheap love tonight, drinkin´some booze getting tight
don´t ask for reasons it doesn´t make sense at all
rain waking me up on some resting place
all day the same for fourty years an endless space
of trucking goods on the highway, drivin´to hell to get my pay
don´t ask for reasons cause there is nothing to say
Run engine run, the roads going on
All days the same.
Driving at night, dark roads and moonlight
there´s no one to blame.
Cause I´m a highway trucker ...
on the run
Yes, I´m a highway trucker ...
Don´t ask for reasons I`ll always carry on