King of The Line.

King of The Line.

Written by Joseph McNeil

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Lyrics

Rollin' down the blacktop, with the sun setting low,
Eighteen wheels beneath me, and a long way left to go.
Through the miles and the highways, where the wild winds blow,
I'm just a man and his rig, chasing dreams down this road.

I'm an 18-wheeler cowboy, a king of the line,
With diesel in my veins and the highway as my shrine.
From town to town, I roam, with a story to be told,
In this big ol' rig, I find my heart of gold.

Through the twists and turns of life, I've seen it all,
From the neon lights of Nashville to the Texas border drawl.
With a steel horse beneath me, and a country song in my soul,
I'm bound for the horizon, where the dreams unfold.

I'm an 18-wheeler cowboy, a king of the line,
With diesel in my veins and the highway as my shrine.
From town to town, I roam, with a story to be told,
In this big ol' rig, I find my heart of gold.

Sometimes the road gets lonely, and the nights they get so cold,
But I find solace in this steel beast, as the miles they unfold.
With the wind in my hair and the freedom to roam,
I'll keep on truckin' down this endless road.

I'm an 18-wheeler cowboy, a king of the line,
With diesel in my veins and the highway as my shrine.
From town to town, I roam, with a story to be told,
In this big ol' rig, I find my heart of gold.

So here's to the highways, and the songs they inspire,
To the men and women behind the wheel, whose hearts are set on fire.
For we are the cowboys of the asphalt, with stories yet untold,
In our 18-wheeler kingdoms, we'll forever find our gold.