The Kenworth of My Dreams - Richard Shindell

I sold my old Camaro

I sold my fishing boat

A friend said he would cosign

On a small commercial loan

So I shopped around until I found

A rig within my means

I put fifteen thousand dollars down

On the Kenworth of my dreams

My sister’s husband helped me out

When we took the thing apart

Every bolt and piston

I knew them all by heart

We cleaned her out and painted her

And brought her up to speed

I proudly put my name upon

The Kenworth of my dreams

But sometimes late at night

Out on some interstate

I hear those sad country songs

True love found, true love gone

Lately I just turn the damn thing off

A lot of folks just shook their heads

Convinced that I’d lost mine

They said living in a God-damned truck

Is just a waste of time

That to spend yhour life behind the wheel

Ain’t as great as it might seem

I just thanked them all and left one night

In the Kenworth of my dreams

But sometimes late at night

Out on some interstate

I hear those sad country songs

True love found, true love gone

Lately I just turn the damn thing off

Business, it’s been pretty good

I’ve no cause to complain

I haul bourbon up to Buffalo

And frozen foods to Maine

Toxic waste or Quaker State

It’s all the same to me

I’ll go anywhere for anything

In the Kenworth of my dreams…