I follow this line with ghost of the pass.
Of a family tradition, I am the last.
It was pass on to my father by those before him.
And of this family tree I am the last limb.
These men a tall shadow they did cast.
For me to carry on their legacey from the past.
My destiny they have cut the way.
I am to travel the highway, day to day.
Their spirits are bound in this cab with me.
Heaven nor Hell can set us free.
We roam this land like cast outs from above.
Our torement now was once our love.
We gave up god, family and home,
To take this truck and travel alone.
We all live by the same story.
And now we are forever in this
Truckers Purgatory.
