Men and women of the highway,
And the biways of this land,
Your lives were spent on one more load to haul,
But whenever we remember you,
You'll never really die,
Even though we see your names upon the wall,
You were husband, you were fathers,
you were all some mothers sons,
As you drove the mighty semi one an all,
But the highway takes its vengance,
And the miles take their toll,
And now you all the names upon the wall,
Men and women of the highway,
And the biways of this land,
Your lives were spent on one more load to haul,
But whenever we remember you,
You'll never really die,
Even though we see your names upon the wall,
Upon the wall your honored by the truckies of the land
when we gather at the truck memorial,
At Tarcutta every year we stand and bow our heads and prayer,
Remembering the mates no longer here
Men and women of the highway,
And the biways of this land,
Your lives were spent on one more load to haul,
But whenever we remember you,
You'll never really die,
Even though we see your names upon the wall,
Men and women of the highway,
And the biways of this land,
Your lives were spent on one more load to haul,
But whenever we remember you,
You'll never really die,
Even though we see your names upon the wall,
