The Littlest Hobo (a truckers rhyme)

Considered as a hermit
Though we do not have a cave
No hearth with which to warm our ass
No home cooked meal to crave

With every day a different town
And many nights the same
With every day an enemy
With every day a friend.

Some say we have no choice
It's simply what we do
We have a choice we have a voice
You know that this is true.

A sawdust bar, a forgotten town
Is where you finally land
You do not have to be alone
Just speak, you will make friends.

Alone and desolate at times
But know this is the life
It's took its toll you're feeling tired
Many lost their lives

Yet still we're all enduring
Office monkeys draw the plan
We're the ones who follow through
Because we bloody can.

So a different town with every day
And new friends on the way.
Many burned to memory
Respect to those who stayed