Part Of The Load Lyrics

Got here this morningLeaving on SaturdayTwo nights in BostonAnd we're out on the road againWhile part of yourself stays with friends that you've madeRolling the highwaysLiving the way we doNot truck driving menBut only half of the gigs, the showMakes London to Glasgow, seem like down the road you knowBut we're out on the roadThat's part of the loadThe loadDown the road... (repeat)Pull in for dinnerHome's four thousand miles awayWrite to your ladyNot knowing quite just what to sayYou only know, you never ask her to waitHouston in TexasTwo hundred miles or soLast stop for supperWith just one tuna fish to goNo time to smile, no time to say, one small helloWe're out on the roadPart of the loadThe load