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My love, my mate
sometimes I think of you so much
sometimes I think of you so much
I can't concentrate
Even though you are often far away
Even though you are often far away
I would never ever
think to stray
think to stray
The urge to call you, see you or touch
you, my dear can't imagine how much
you, my dear can't imagine how much
But I know the job you do
means so much to so many
Driving a truck for miles and miles
and away so long
Sleeping in a bunk
instead of our own at home
I am glad you do the job you love
May God watch you close
and keep you safe
As I sleep tonight and dream of you
I'll smile and know that soon
you'll be here too
written by: Tracy Holifield » Mon May 23, 2011 4:06 pm
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