Windshield Wipers In The Rain C.W. McCall

It's 4 A.M., and I'm a hundred miles from breakfast in Wyomin'
I'm not complainin'

I got the radio on, playin' on a station from New Orleans
An' now it's rainin'

I'm makin' time, tryin' ta keep it rollin'
And I'm all alone

Windshield wipers in the rain

I hear that country-western music comin' at me, through the thunder
A flash of lightnin'

I hear the D.J., sayin' "Here's a little tune for all you truckers
"I hope you like it."

I'm gettin' tired; my eyes are feelin' sandy
When I'm alone

Windshield wipers in the rain

I hear a freight train comin' down
I see the headlights flashin' 'round
I feel an earthquake in the ground
An' then he's gone
An' I'm alone
All alone