(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
It's 4 a.m., and i'm a hundred miles from breakfast in wyomin'
I'm not complainin'
I got the radio on, playin' on a station from new orleans
An' now it's rainin'
I'm makin' time, tryin' ta keep it rollin'
And i'm all alone
[chorus]
Windshield wipers in the rain
I hear that country-western music comin' at me, through the thunder
A flash of lightnin'
I hear the d.j., sayin' "here's a little tune for all you truckers.
"i hope you like it."
I'm gettin' tired; my eyes are feelin' sandy
When i'm alone
[chorus]
Windshield wipers in the rain
I hear a freight train comin' down
I see the headlights flashin' 'round
I feel an earthquake in the ground
An' then he's gone
An' i'm alone
All alone
[chorus]
Windshield wipers in the rain
I feel a cold wyomin' chill comin' on me in the mornin'
I need some welcome
I see a sign, says it's only fifty miles to where i'm going
And i hope it's open
I look around, wishin' you was with me
But i'm alone
[chorus]
Windshield wipers in the rain
I see a distant neon sign
I turn the music way up high
I wipe the lonesome from my eyes
But i'm alone
[chorus]
Windshield wipers in the rain |