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I Aint the Trucker By Greg and Ben Stahl I aint the trucker I used to be The highway's gone And the roads are free The path was long But it had an end Where the trees grow tall And the mountains stand When life she moves too fast And the highway moves too slow There's a place where I can go With the night sky shining It's a place where life moves slow Hills are rolling now Valleys carve Horizons changing And the road winds on I thought I found it My peak, my dream The road's unending And horizons clean When life she moves too fast And the highway moves too slow There's a place where I can go With the night sky shining It's a place where life moves slow My path is clear The road it seems Has highs and lows That stem the seas The forest passes And the mountains wane In my rear-view mirror What could have been When life she moves too fast And the highway moves too slow There's a place where I can go I aint the trucker I used to be Chord progression A Bm A Bm A Bm A Bm D, A D, A D, A D D, A