All day long, in that big ol' truck he rides,
Nothing but a cell phone there on his side,
That's my baby behind that Freightliner wheel,
Everyone knows how he makes me feel.
He can be gone for weeks at a time,
Trying to make an extra nickel or dime.
He loves what he does, but hates being gone.
I sit here and count the days til he comes home.
He means more to me than he will ever know,
And when he's gone, the days, they pass so slow.
Does he know how much I love him? I think he does, maybe...
That's my Dean, my Freightliner Baby!!!
