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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh, I can still remember the sun setting low,
As I rolled down the highway, just me and my old Kenworth, you know.
With a thousand memories wrapped in that cab,
Every mile was a story, every turn, a real grab.

[Chorus]
I miss my life on the road, where the wildflowers grow,
With the wind in my hair, and the feel of the flow.
Tires on the asphalt, singing my song,
In that old Kenworth truck, where I felt I belonged.

[Verse 2]
Early morning coffee, that first light's glow,
The hum of the engine, the rhythm that I know.
Chasing sunsets, with the stars as my guide,
With my heart on my sleeve and that truck by my side.

[Chorus]
I miss my life on the road, where the wildflowers grow,
With the wind in my hair, and the feel of the flow.
Tires on the asphalt, singing my song,
In that old Kenworth truck, where I felt I belonged.

[Bridge]
Oh, the laughter with friends at the roadside stops,
The stories we shared, and the love that never drops.
I’d trade the city lights for a simple view,
Just one more ride in that truck – oh, if dreams only came true.

[Chorus]
I miss my life on the road, where the wildflowers grow,
With the wind in my hair, and the feel of the flow.
Tires on the asphalt, singing my song,
In that old Kenworth truck, where I felt I belonged.

[Outro]
So here’s to the highway, the freedom it gives,
In my heart, I’ll remember the life that I lived.
Though the miles may fade, and the road may grow cold,
I'll always cherish the stories that my old Kenworth told.