hecubus

This song goes out to the American trucker. Parked in the rest areas in this fine US of A. Come on back and talk to me, teddy bear.

Well, I had my big rig pointed outta Dallas, southbound on the interstate, when I saw Carl's Corner up on the hill. I pointed my eighteen wheels onto the access road, headed on into the parking lot. Pulled up next to that semi church thing. Put on the emergency brake, left the engine in idle, and headed on into Carl's. Two eggs over easy. Bacon. Sausage. Toast. Creamed coffee. Sugar. Those special little...apple cinnamon squares, not those devil squares.

Well, I saw that boy parked up there, leanin' up against the cigarette machine. I tried to ignore him. Headed on in, sat down, ordered myself up a fine meal. I saw a little piece of paper, folded up there next to the salt and pepper. I opened it up, and it was a prayer. It was a Trucker's Prayer.

And it said:
"May Satan never catch you like a deer in the headlights in the night. May you always keep your eighteen wheels pointed up high in the sky upon that interstate. Remember the Lord likes a good clean rig, likes you to keep your safety shoes on. The Lord likes you to always keep your engine in the highest condition and highest lubrication."

There was somethin' else, but I forget. Or maybe it was that...I just don't know.

I looked up, I saw that boy, and I headed on back into the restroom. I saw a man in there in the bathroom. I wasn't sure what he was doin', but he was a Mexican, and I've always loved Mexicans. So I went over and talked to him. He said he needed a ride, so I said if he wanted he could just come on outside.

I climbed up into the rig and he came up in after me. He slammed the door and as I headed on up outta that parkin' lot I saw that boy again with his thumb out at the interstate. When I saw that, these eighteen wheels trembled with rage...