That long thin dawn,
That long thin dawn
Is comin' on again.
I've seen the hills of 'Frisco,
The streets of Montreal,
In ev'ry town I've been to
I've had someone to call.
From Winnipeg to Edmonton,
Vancouver to St. Paul,
I've had so many good friends
I couldn't miss them all.
In that long thin dawn,
That long thin dawn
Is comin' on again.
Last night I came to Denver
Beneath the snow-capped ridge.
I thought about my darlin'
As I stood beneath the bridge.
Well, there were times I made her cry,
But I guess by now she's learned
That any time I've wandered,
I always have returned.
In that long thin dawn,
That long thin dawn
Is comin' on again.
Right now I'm on the highway
Just east of Omaha,
Riding shotgun on
The biggest rig you ever saw,
With forty tons of pig iron
And a trucker known as Bill,1
All the way to Windsor,
We've got some miles to kill.
In that long thin dawn,
That long thin dawn
Is comin' on again.
While climbin' up a hillside,
Bill drops 'er down a gear,
And the engine sings so sweetly,
'Tis music to my ear.
And I tell him how I long to be
Just like him if I can,
Drivin' like the restless wind
Across this precious land.
In that long thin dawn,
That long thin dawn
Is comin' on again.
Says Bill, "The air is clean tonight,"
As he puffs a big cigar,
"And if this rig keeps rollin',
My boy, you'll travel far.
But when you are a trucker,
You'll come to realize,
The only thing a man can do
Is watch the world roll by."
In that long thin dawn,
That long thin dawn
Is comin' on again.
That long thin dawn,
That long thin dawn
Is comin' on again.
1. No, I've never driven one of those things in my life.