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I found this poem written by an Ole Transcon Driver, it brought back some good memories for me maybe it will for you, if you were a truck driver back in the day before deregulation and maybe even after. 
Transcon Memories
Charlie King Transcon driver 1968-1990
Gather round old trucking friends
And lift your cups with pride
We'll drink a toast to diesel smoke
And our comrades who have died
To all the men who've made that trip
That we all someday must run
When death hands us our last dispatch
And our earthly days are done
To the ones who died in sleepers
Somewhere out on the road
And the ones who died behind the wheel
Crushed by a heavy load
And the ones who died in nursing homes
Alone and old and tired
And the ones who died by their own hand
Because living was too hard
To Transcon blue In days long past
To the job we loved the most
And to all our pals who hauled the freight
In blue trucks from coast to coast
There's three thousand drivers maybe more
Who drove the Transcon blue
There's a million stories we could tell
And most of them are true
Some were preachers some were creatures
Some were men too tough to kill
Country boys and city slickers
Some of us are living still
And some times we get together
And we tell our tales and smile
Of the hell we raised from coast to coast
There's a story every mile
About diesel trucks and smokies
An old Cummins running right
And the fire she pulls and the way she sounds
Climbing Ashfork late at night
And we talk about Ole Yarnell
And we talk about the Spires
And the gals we've known in truck stops
And the fights we've had in bars
Forgive us when we stretch the truth
Or sometimes shed a tear
We're talking about the times we loved
And the memories all are dear
We were young and tough a way back then
And the job was fresh and new
We were broke and hungry "good ole boys"
And we all loved Transcon Blue
So waitress bring the coffee pot
And fill our cups again
And pay no mind to how we talk
Remember we're old men
And all we have are memories
Of the days so long ago
When we were young and strong and fast
And the trucks were old and slow
One that I drove back in the 80's
Transcon Memories
Charlie King Transcon driver 1968-1990
Gather round old trucking friends
And lift your cups with pride
We'll drink a toast to diesel smoke
And our comrades who have died
To all the men who've made that trip
That we all someday must run
When death hands us our last dispatch
And our earthly days are done
To the ones who died in sleepers
Somewhere out on the road
And the ones who died behind the wheel
Crushed by a heavy load
And the ones who died in nursing homes
Alone and old and tired
And the ones who died by their own hand
Because living was too hard
To Transcon blue In days long past
To the job we loved the most
And to all our pals who hauled the freight
In blue trucks from coast to coast
There's three thousand drivers maybe more
Who drove the Transcon blue
There's a million stories we could tell
And most of them are true
Some were preachers some were creatures
Some were men too tough to kill
Country boys and city slickers
Some of us are living still
And some times we get together
And we tell our tales and smile
Of the hell we raised from coast to coast
There's a story every mile
About diesel trucks and smokies
An old Cummins running right
And the fire she pulls and the way she sounds
Climbing Ashfork late at night
And we talk about Ole Yarnell
And we talk about the Spires
And the gals we've known in truck stops
And the fights we've had in bars
Forgive us when we stretch the truth
Or sometimes shed a tear
We're talking about the times we loved
And the memories all are dear
We were young and tough a way back then
And the job was fresh and new
We were broke and hungry "good ole boys"
And we all loved Transcon Blue
So waitress bring the coffee pot
And fill our cups again
And pay no mind to how we talk
Remember we're old men
And all we have are memories
Of the days so long ago
When we were young and strong and fast
And the trucks were old and slow
One that I drove back in the 80's
