When I was a boy, my daddy left us. I never knew where he went and I didn’t care. I hated him. Momma told me he was a highwayman, and she fell in love with him because he was good to her and she thought she could change him. But people don’t change.
So I guess I filled my daddy’s shoes when I got into trucking. Something about being on the open road and making deliveries with nobody but me, the cargo and a blue tarpaulin to hold it down. I figured it was natural, running around this big ol’ country without a set home.
Then one day I was in a truck stop eatin’ some lunch after checkin’ my load underneath my long blue trucking tarps, and a beautiful woman was waitin’ on me. Now I could tell we had what you call a connection, a fact supported by the phone number she left for me on the back of the check. Heck I wasn’t gonna leave town without talkin’ to her outside of work. I was makin such good time on my route I was able to wait around town till the end of her shift. We went out and had a grand time and when I hit the road I said I’d be back.
Now we live together and a baby’s on the way. Got a job without slanging truck tarps and doin’ what my daddy never could.
