Well, I asked an old truck driver   About life out on the road   If he does a lotta singing   When he's bringing in his load      If there's a pretty waitress crying for him   Every hundred miles   If he gets a lotta loving   If he has a lot of smiles      And I asked him if those trucking songs   Tell about a life like his   He said, if you want to know the truth about it   Here's the way it is      All I do is drive, drive, drive   Try to stay alive   And keep my mind on my load   Keep my eye upon the road      I got nothin' in common with any man   Who's home every day at five   All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive      Well, we shared a cup of coffee   Then I had to warm it up   And his greasy fingers trembled   As he held onto the cup      And I said, don't you hear a lot of music   See a lot of sights   But if you'll tune into the Grand Ole Opry   Saturday night      I will dedicate you a trucking song   To which you can relate   He said, you just do the singing   And I'll do the driving mate      All I do is drive, drive, drive   Try to stay alive   And keep my mind on my load   Keep my eye upon the road      I got nothin' in common with any man   Who's home every day at five   All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive      If I can get the fuel   Fuel