USR · 6 · 12:00–18:00

Upper South Music

It gets pretty dark on those long lonely highways.

Just me and my cabin with its nine pairs of wheels.

I'm far from the cities, the middle of nowhere.

But I know where to go with my truck full of love.

I ain't never got lonely, ain't never got sad...

'Cause I know where I'm haulin' a truck full of love...

I pull up to the stop. Fill up, get a burger.

A woman in the diner comes over and smiles.

'Are you looking for love? You need a companion?'

'Got one,' I say, and go to my truck full of love...