Long thin dawn

That long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again.
I've seen the hills of Frisco and the streets of Montreal.
In every town I've been to, I've had someone to call.
From Winnipeg to Edmonton, Vancouver to St. Paul,
I've had so many good friends I couldn't miss them all.
And that long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again.

Last night I came to Denver beneath the snow-capped ridge,
I thought about my darling as I stood beneath the bridge.
And there were times I made her cry but I guess by now she's learned
that any time I've wandered, I always have returned.
And that long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again.

Right now I'm on a highway just east of Omaha,
riding shotgun on the biggest rig you ever saw.
With forty tons of pig iron and a trucker known as Bill,
all the way to Windsor, we've got some miles to kill.
And that long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again.

While climbing up a hillside, Bill drops her down a gear.
And the engine sings so sweetly, 'tis music to my ear.
I tell him how I long to be just like him if I can,
driving like the restless wind across this precious land,
and that long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again.

Says Bill "the air is clean tonight" as he puffs a big cigar,
"and if this rig keeps rolling, my boy you'll travel far.
But when you are a trucker you'll come to realize,
the only thing a man can do is watch the world go by."
And that long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again.
That long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again.