Lowland Pines - Just Like My Dad

Now available on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/album/0BZImb... I was just a little boy, sittin' by your side, Two hands on the wheel and a world outside. Chrome in the sunlight, diesel in the air, You showed me what a trucker's life was like out there. I watched those highway lines roll underneath the wheels, Learned that every mile had a story to reveal. You'd point out every truck as we rolled down the road, And I said, "Someday, Dad, that's gonna be my load." Years went by, but the dream stayed strong, That little boy knew where he belonged. Just like my dad, I'm ridin' down the line, Chrome shining bright and those stacks up high. Got a truck full of lights lighting up the night, With a diesel heartbeat and the road in sight. Now he's riding beside me, just like years ago, And my boy's in the passenger seat watching the whole show. Three generations rolling where the blacktop's at, I'm living my dream — Just like my dad. Now I've got my own rig, polished up like new, Chicken lights glowing and a deep exhaust tune. Those straight pipes singing underneath the stars, And every town we pass knows who we are. Dad's still got that smile when the engine starts, Same old highway running through our hearts. We don't need to say much, we both understand, Some things in life are passed down hand to hand. From an old truck cab to this brand-new ride, The road kept calling, and we answered every time. Just like my dad, I'm ridin' down the line, Chrome shining bright and those stacks up high. Got a truck full of lights lighting up the night, With a diesel heartbeat and the road in sight. Now he's riding beside me, just like years ago, And my boy's in the passenger seat watching the whole show. Three generations rolling where the blacktop's at, I'm living my dream — Just like my dad. I look over at my boy, he's staring at the road, Asking 'bout the trucks and every heavy load. He's got that same fire burning in his eyes, And I can't help but wonder if he'll take the same ride. Maybe one day he'll be behind the wheel, With a truck of his own and a dream that's real. And if he does, I'll hear my father in his laugh, And I'll know the road came full circle at last. Just like my dad, we're ridin' down the line, Three generations underneath the same sky. Chrome shining bright and those stacks up high, Truck stop coffee and a million miles to drive. Dad's beside me, my boy's riding shotgun, Three hearts, one road, and the journey's just begun. Wherever this highway takes us, we'll be glad, 'Cause I'm raising my boy — Just like my dad. Yeah, the wheels keep turning and the memories last, From the boy in the cab to the man I am. And someday when my boy takes the wheel, I'll smile and say... "He's just like his dad."