Desert Roads and Neon Lights

[Verse] There's a box truck rumblin' down the Vegas Strip, Driven by a man with a firm, strong grip. Haulin' for the market, deals on the line, Countin' down the minutes till quittin' time. [Verse 2] From dawn till dusk, he sweats and strains, In the desert heat or monsoon rains. Packing up the spices, the silk, and wine, Dreamin' of the night and a cold beer fine. [Chorus] Desert roads and neon lights, Endin' work and settlin' rights. Sippin' suds with the boys, feelin' alright, In a Vegas bar, under the starry night. [Verse 3] Crates of goods from land afar, Fresh fish, rare teas, and big cigars. His job ain’t easy, but the pay is nice, He’s a Vegas trucker, rolling loaded dice. [Bridge] And when the engine's silent and the workday ends, He calls up the boys, his best of friends. In a smoky bar off Fremont Street, Where good ol' boys and cold beers meet. [Chorus] Desert roads and neon lights, Endin' work and settlin' rights. Sippin' suds with the boys, feelin' alright, In a Vegas bar, under the starry night.