Truckdriver

When I was a young girl, I wanted to be a truckdriver
I wanted to drive my whole life away
I would stop at all of the truckstops on the roadside and IÕd
Order the special with fries
Then I would get back in my truck and drive for miles and miles

I grew up on a farm out in southern Ontario, I guess I was a lucky girl
But our white picket fence was a bit of a joke, it was broke and it fenced me in
Sometimes to get away I would lay myself down
In the sweet summer hay fields at night
I'd watch the headlights on the highway and I would
Dream of a better life

Chorus:
I would drive
I would drive

I got my license when I was seventeen years old, it was my freedom ticket
IÕd listen to rock 'n' roll on FM radio as I drove those country roads
Then IÕd pick up a six-pack and a couple of friends and weÕd just
Waste time, driving around
I'd feel the wind on my face, then I'd go get drunk in a field someplace

Chorus:
I would drive
I would drive

When I was twenty-two, I finished some school, packed up and
Moved out west
Sitting on my roof above the city smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
But there were buildings between me and who I wanted to be
And they started closing in on me
I got that Ōgotta get me outta this placeĶ feeling again

So I got me a job stocking shelves for eight bucks an hour in
A small mountain town grocery store
And the women cashiers had been working there for many years or more
And their husbands worked the butcher line
While I tried to keep my stock in a straight line
But I was biding time and besides I never was the marrying kind

Bridge:
IÕm hard because IÕve had to be
And IÕm scarred from my lifeÕs accident scenes
But singing taught me to feel something
In the midst of nothing
It got my heart pumping and put my hands on the wheel

Chorus:
I will drive
I will drive

When I was a young girl, I wanted to be a truckdriver