DJ Drives His Truck For A Living

Intro

Yeah, uh-huh, whoa (come on)

Ah-ah, hey-ya (let's go)

Verse

Morning light hits the chrome, coffee on the dash

Old radio plays a song, he hums along with the trash

He wears a faded cap, fingerprints of every town

License plates in the mirror, miles written in his frown

He hooks another trailer, checks the lights and the load

Maps in the glovebox, and stories on the road

Diesel breathin' steady, tires sing their own hymn

He pulls the skyline in, the world gets small and trim

Pre-chorus

He knows every diner sign, every welcome mat

Calls his girl at midnight, says "I'll be back"

Hands on the wheel, hands on the plan (hands on the plan)

He’s living loud and simple like only a trucker can

Chorus

DJ drives his truck for a living (drives, drives)

DJ drives his truck for a living (truck, truck)

Got a mixtape for the highway, a map full of dreams

DJ drives his truck for a living (oh-oh), DJ drives his truck for a living (yeah)

Verse

He stacks the pallets tight, ties 'em down with care

Sunset paints the horizon like a postcard in the air

He waves to the CB ghosts, they laugh in static tones

Names and numbers traded like a road-worn lexicon

Sometimes he stops by the river, lets the trailer cool

Plays a vinyl on the dash, church songs and a little blues

There’s a picture in the visor, kids with sticky hands

He whistles through the gears, pulls fate up to the stands

Pre-chorus

There’s comfort in the rumble, in the steady, steady hum

Every mile’s a promise, every town a drum

He maps out tomorrow with a cigarette and plan (with a plan)

Keeps the stereo warm the way only a trucker can

Chorus

DJ drives his truck for a living (drives, drives)

DJ drives his truck for a living (truck, truck)

Got a mixtape for the highway, a map full of dreams

DJ drives his truck for a living (oh-oh), DJ drives his truck for a living (yeah)

Bridge

Nightfall tucks the highway under a blanket of low stars

He hums the chorus to himself, counts the rhythm of the bars

There’s a calm in the motion, a truth in the machine

He’s more than a number on a log, he’s a calling and a scene (and a scene)

Chorus

DJ drives his truck for a living (drives, drives)

DJ drives his truck for a living (truck, truck)

Got a mixtape for the highway, a map full of dreams

DJ drives his truck for a living (oh-oh), DJ drives his truck for a living (yeah)

DJ drives his truck for a living (drives, drives)

DJ drives his truck for a living (truck, truck)