(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

Its 4 a.m., and Im a hundred miles from breakfast in wyomin
Im not complainin

I got the radio on, playin on a station from new orleans
An now its rainin

Im makin time, tryin ta keep it rollin
And Im all alone

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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 heres a little tune for all you truckers.
I hope you like it.

Im gettin tired; my eyes are feelin sandy
When Im 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 hes gone
An Im 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 its only fifty miles to where Im going
And I hope its open

I look around, wishin you was with me
But Im 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 Im alone

[chorus]
Windshield wipers in the rain