long thin dawn
lightfoot, gordon
i've seen the hills of frisco and the streets of montreal
in every town i've been to i've had someone to call
from winnipeg to edmonton
i've had so many good friends i couldn't miss them all
last night i came to denver beneath the snow-capped ridge
i thought about my darlin' as i stood beneath the bridge
and there were times i made her cry but i guess by now she's learned
that any time i've wandered i always have returned
right now i'm on a highway just east of omaha
riding shotgun on the biggest rig you ever saw
with forty tons of pig iron and a trucker known as bill
we've got some miles to kill
while climbin' up a hillside
bill drops 'er down a gear
and the engine sings so sweetly 'tis music to my ear
i tell him how i long to be just like him if i can
drivin' like the restless wind across this precious land
says bill the air is clean tonight" as he puffs a big cigar