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Blue Freightliner, do you whine when you roll?
Do the miles that lay before you, fill them long and lonesome holes?
A line, a line in the highway and a road to call a home
Oh, blue freightliner, don't you wish you had a baby to call your own?
She said she grew up in Memphis where the people are friendly and kind
She said she's got a heart that's warm and she likes to take her time
But here I am on the line again, and where in the world is she?
I guess she likes a travelin' man, 'cause a travelin' man'll leave
Blue Freightliner, do you whine when you roll?
Do the miles that lay before you, fill them long and lonesome holes?
A line, a line in the highway and a road to call a home
Ah, blue freightliner, don't you wish you had a baby to call your own?
How do you rest, when that road goes on?
How do you sleep, when you're traveling all alone?

Oh, Highway 5 is a long ride, for a rig on the Western Coast
Bakersfield to Vegas, with my high and covered load
Somebody says it's a short ride, and somebody says it's long
Not a friendly face in the crowded streets that my tires are humming along
Blue Freightliner, do you whine when you roll?
Do the miles that lay before you, fill them long and lonesome holes?
A line, a line in the highway and a road to call a home
Oh, blue freightliner, don't you wish you had a baby to call your own?
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