Trucker coming through

I drive 18 wheels with 18 gears
I've been driving for many years
I drive all day and all night
There is no end to the road in sight
I live a solitary life
No kids and no wife
My 18 wheeler is my home
The open road is where I roam
Delivering goods from town to town
Makes it hard to settle down
From east coast to west coast
I travel more than most
Snow and rain try to slow my pace
I admit it often feels like a race
Cars cut me off trying to save time
They think that I can stop on a dime
This is an 80,000lb machine
It will crush your little machine
We have the same goal for the end of the day
To see the sunrise the very next day
So remember to slow down and leave some room
For the trucker coming through

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