When I was a young girl,

I wanted to be a truckdriver

I wanted to drive my whole life away

I would stop at all of the truck stops on the roadside and I’d

Order the special with fries

Then I’d get back in my truck

and drive for miles and miles

I grew up on a farm out in southern Ontario,

I guess I was a lucky girl

But our white picket fence was a bit of a joke,

it was broke and it fenced me in

Sometimes to get away I would lay myself down

In the sweet summer hay fields at night

I’d watch the headlights on the highway and I would

Dream of a better life

Chorus:

I would drive

I would drive

I got my license when I was seventeen years old,

it was my freedom ticket

I’d listen to rock ‘n’ roll on FM radio

as I drove those country roads

Then I’d pick up a six-pack and a couple of friends and we’d just

Waste time, driving around

I’d feel the wind on my face, then I’d

go get drunk in a field someplace

Chorus:

I would drive

I would drive

When I was twenty-two, I finished some school, I packed up and I

Moved out west

Sitting on my roof above the city

smoking hand-rolled cigarettes

But there were buildings between me

and who I wanted to be

And they started closing in on me

I got that “gotta get me outta this place” feeling again

So, I got me a job stocking shelves for eight bucks an hour in

A small mountain town grocery store

And the women cashiers had been working there

for many years or more

And their husbands worked the butcher line

While I tried to keep my stock in a straight line

But I was biding time and besides

I never was the marrying kind

Bridge:

I’m hard because I’ve had to be

And I’m scarred from my life’s accident scenes

But singing taught me to feel something

In the midst of nothing

It got my heart pumping and put my hands on the wheel

Chorus:

I will drive

I will drive

When I was a young girl, I wanted to be a truckdriver