Black Dogs Highway

Black Dogs Highway...

Wheels are turning upon the street,
Heels are burning the sullen heat,
Truckers bare the heavy load,
Into the night the silent road,
Four lanes, two or even one,
Sometimes the ride can be quite fun
Eighteen wheels, four or two,
People passing me and you,
Setting sun gets in your eyes,
into the night and moonlit skies,
Dreary night a trail of drool,
Stay awake or black dogs rule,
Across the yellow painted line,
Through the night, Gods devine,
Stay the left of the white,
Leave the road in black dogs sight,
One more mile almost home,
Another trip you made alone,
Across the country all alone,
Black dog chews a weathered bone...