F Well, I asked an old truck driver About life out on the road If he does a lot of singing When he's bringing in his load A# If there's a pretty waitress crying for him Every hundred miles F If he gets a lot of loving If he has a lot of smiles C And I asked him if those trucking songs A# Tell about a life like his F He said, if you want to know the truth about it C F Here's the way it is F All I do is drive, drive, drive Try to stay alive A# And keep my mind on my load F Keep my eye upon the road Chorus: C I got nothing in common with any man A# Who's home every day at five F All I do is drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive Well, we shared a cup of coffee Then I had to warm it up And his greasy fingers trembled As he held onto the cup And I said, don't you hear a lot of music See a lot of sights But if you'll tune into the Grand Ole Opry Saturday night I will dedicate you a trucking song To which you can relate He said, you just do the singing And I'll do the driving mate All I do is drive, drive, drive Try to stay alive And keep my mind on my load Keep my eye upon the road Chorus If I can get the fuel Fuel | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C F |