The road calls me It beckons with intent And I come To ignore the call? Thatβs a loss of faith! Every day I kick those tyres I check the manifest And I set out We deliver, my truck and I Whatever you need It comes to your supermarket It comes without conditions Because we do.. What we do... I may be virtual An internet Trucker But I mirror the world The real Drivers Out there β delivering For you β every day Remember... Thatβs what They Do!
Martin Addison – 04/04/2021


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