I am a trucker girl,
it was always what I wanted to be.
My Barbie dolls drove Tonka trucks
and a truck is home to me.
Other little girls wanted to be teachers and such, all I ever wanted to do, you could do with a clutch.
When I was child, and would be asked, “what will you be?”
I was quick to answer a “Trucker Girl”,
and my family would laugh at me, in 1963.
Going up the Grapevine I’d see truck driver’s waving to me, I knew then,
as I do now, A Trucker Girl is what was calling me.
A trucker girl’s living is very unique, you see places and people from all walks of life, things that are pleasant, and some things that aren’t nice.
But I wouldn’t change it for any other way of living,
for I love what my travels have given.
I am blessed with family who understands my need to roam, and how I’m thankful for today’s cell phones.
No more quarters or collect calls to tell them I soon will be home.
I’ve sat out snowstorms for several days,
and blistering heat when the AC went astray.
Phoenix in summer, or Christmas in Maine
You soon won’t forget, all these days on the road, and time in the seat.
I know I was a trucker girl that I was born to be.
If your little girl has dreams of a truck, give her your love, and wish her luck.
Without a tear in your eye, wave her goodbye.
Know in your heart, she is following hers.
Say a prayer for her safety as she shifts gears.
Your little girl is happy with pedals at her feet.
You may not understand her chosen career,
and you might wish she was always near.
A trucker girl she is proud to be.
Look at her face, her eyes will light up
when she is talking of her travels or truck.
So mommy’s and daddy’s, make sure you are aware. I might be your little girl driving out there.