Pulling out of Hood River, Oregon,
Rolling up crooked roads,
Mount Hood in the distance,
Red sky sunset,
View from the cockpit aboard the Peterbilt,
Crooked roads…
Hood River, Oregon,
Loaded with Oregon pears,
Headed for the Los Angles markets,
Crooked roads…
Narrow is the road,
Wide is the rig,
Up these Crooked roads I roll,
Crooked roads…
Hear that Cat motor purr,
Shifting gears pulling hard,
These Crooked roads up Mt. Hood we roll,
Crooked roads…
Always know that God is my Co-Pilot,
Then I ask on the two-way how’s it lookin’ behind ya’,
The come back is you’re lookin’ good driver,
Keep the greasy side down and the shiny side up,
Up those Crooked roads we roll,
Crooked roads…
-Life of a Trucker, Preacher John
Traveling as a trucker, we see what is available from the windshield. This night was an awesome show of color and majesty. Beautiful… a friend of mine would always say, ‘Behold the Glory of the Lord!’