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