Semiprecious
*by Lichen Throat
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I got the truck that Peter built,
Leather seats with a diamond quilt,
Wheels shiny black, chrome on the stacks,
And a grille with an inset skull.
Life on the road is the life for me,
Back and forth from sea to sea.
I love my truck, making good bucks,
With chrome that never gets dull.
Semiprecious, precious semi,
King of the open road.
Semiprecious, precious semi,
Live by the truckers’ code.
I got a girl in New Orleans,
Looking good in her skinny jeans.
Big brown eyes, soft curvy thighs
And skin with a creamy feel
She doesn’t raise my steady pulse,
Doesn’t make my heart convulse.
But I still stay; she’s pretty okay,
But two legs ain’t eighteen wheels.
Semiprecious, precious Jenny.
Not quite the queen of my heart
Semiprecious, precious Jenny.
I don’t mind our time apart.
My chocolate chips are semisweet.
My ice cream is semifreddo.
And the stone on the ring I bought you is semiprecious.
My trailer was made by Fruehauf.
My mud flaps tell you to back off.
When I feel drab, I sleep in the cab,
And the diesel fumes cheer me up.
I’m married to the blacktop.
My home is in a truck stop.
Life on the road never grows old
When you’ve got a load to pick up.
Semiprecious, precious semi,
You’ll always be my home.
Semiprecious, precious semi,
You’ll never leave me alone.