GenFM Radio

Lyrics

[Intro – spoken low, like a CB radio crackle]
Breaker one-nine, this here's the Ghost of I-40...
Y'all city folks sleep tight tonight
But know this: without us, your world goes dark by daylight...

[Verse 1]
I'm ridin' chrome and black smoke, Peterbilt prayer
Two-hundred thousand miles, still chasin' that next fare
Coffee cold as a ex-wife's heart in December
CB screamin' Smokey's on the prowl, better remember
We dodge the weigh stations, run the chicken coops blind
Haulin' hopes and heavy loads, leavin' regrets behind
From Tulsa to Taos, Mobile to Maine
Same old blacktop sermon in the pourin' rain
Ain't no nine-to-five, no corner office view
Just me, the road, and a diesel heart that's true
They call us kings of the concrete, outlaws in flannel
While y'all post selfies, we keep the whole nation in channel

[Chorus – half sung, half rapped, big outlaw drawl]
Without these big rigs rollin', country comes to a halt
No bread on the table, no beer in the malt
Gas pumps dry, lights flicker and die
Hospitals starvin', planes can't fly
We the arteries pumpin' life through the veins of the land
18 wheels of freedom in a godforsaken plan
So raise that CB, let the hammer drop
Thank a trucker, brother... or the whole damn thing stops

[Verse 2]
Picture them shelves goin' bare like a ghost town saloon
Toilet paper wars? That was just a preview, June
No diapers for babies, no insulin for grannies
No steel for the factories, no parts for the Fannies
Your Amazon Prime? Two weeks turn to never
While politicians tweet, we fight ice and bad weather
Blizzard on the Plains, whiteout in my high beams
Still pushin' 80, livin' life in third-person dreams
We miss weddings, funerals, kids blowin' out candles
But the freight keeps movin', lightin' up handles
Out here we're ghosts in the machine, unseen kings
Pay us dust while the country clings to our strings

[Chorus]
Without these big rigs rollin', country comes to a halt
No groceries, no lumber, no asphalt
Factories quiet, cities start to starve
Whole economy bleedin' out on the tar
We the last real cowboys ridin' iron horses
Carryin' tomorrow through these dark midnight forces
So tip your hat when you see that chrome stack
'Cause without us haulin'... there ain't no comin' back

[Bridge – slower, more spoken/rap, steel guitar crying]
They write songs 'bout soldiers, firefighters, cops with the badge
But who keeps the blood flowin' when the system starts to sag?
We ain't askin' for statues or medals on our chest
Just respect on the blacktop, and enough to pay the rest
One day y'all might wake up, no milk in the fridge
No gas at the station, bridges start to twitch
That's when you'll remember the men and women in the cab
The ones who never stopped... even when the world went mad

[Final Chorus – build it up, add some ad-libs]
Without these big rigs rollin', yeah the whole country stalls
No food on the fork, no heat in the walls
We the unsung outlaws keepin' America alive
18 wheels turnin' so the dream can survive
So next time you curse that slow-movin' freight
Remember without us... there'd be no tomorrow wait
Keep the wheels turnin'... keep the wheels turnin'...

[Outro – fade with CB static]
10-4 good buddy... we out here... forever rollin'...
America runs on truckers... don't ever forget it.