Dust rising on the blacktop heat
Eighteen wheels and a dead man’s seat
Radio crackles with the static ghost
Convoy rolling down the coast
Breaker one-nine, do you copy me?
This highway stretches to the sea
Chrome and diesel, blood and rust
In God and CB we still trust
Keep the hammer down, don’t slow
Where the desert devils go
Convoy— Convoy—
Through the night we ride alone
Convoy— Convoy—
Every mile is coming home