I live in a land of trucks
Of twisting roads
Of country lanes
Of furrowed brows
And slow languid aimless conversations
Where the weather is the weather
Whether or not there is any
Weather is discussed and discussed
As well as the condition
Of Aunt Mable's cow
Of how the chickens are laying
And how the local football team
Fared on this day
Or on that day
Or on this one day
20 years ago
In good old glory days gone past
When a truck was needed
For farming and dirt roads
And working the land
With the grit in your soul
And the callused hands
Gripping a big worn wheel
Before the asphalt came
Made the trucks soft
And the men softer
But now it is a land of trucks
Filled with bodies
Wearing cowboy clothes
Like their parents did
When they were just called clothes
And each of these things
Were just what they were
To do what they had to do
Not waiting for Saturday night
Not living in anyone's past
Of twisting roads
Of country lanes
Of furrowed brows
And slow languid aimless conversations
Where the weather is the weather
Whether or not there is any
Weather is discussed and discussed
As well as the condition
Of Aunt Mable's cow
Of how the chickens are laying
And how the local football team
Fared on this day
Or on that day
Or on this one day
20 years ago
In good old glory days gone past
When a truck was needed
For farming and dirt roads
And working the land
With the grit in your soul
And the callused hands
Gripping a big worn wheel
Before the asphalt came
Made the trucks soft
And the men softer
But now it is a land of trucks
Filled with bodies
Wearing cowboy clothes
Like their parents did
When they were just called clothes
And each of these things
Were just what they were
To do what they had to do
Not waiting for Saturday night
Not living in anyone's past
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