Those hard working callers, driving day and night
Have got to call a square dance or two
Driving down the highway, living out on the road
Is not a job just anyone can do
ALLEMANDE
and WEAVE
He may be gone three days - or maybe two weeks
SWING the girl PROMENADE
She pays the bills, goes shopping, feeds the kids what they
like
The girl behind the man, behind the mike
Does the bills, cuts the grass, feeds the kids what they
like
The gal behind the man, behind the mike
This special breed of woman has to share a love affair
With callers and choreo on his mind
She knows that he loves her more than anything
She's a callers wife, and that's the greatest kind
ALLEMANDE
and WEAVE
She answers his phone, keeps his calendar just right
SWING your girl around and PROMENADE
Cuts the grass, pays the bills, feeds the kids what they
like
She's the gal behind the man, behind the mike
(Closer): SIDES FACE GRAND SQUARE
And as he sips his coffee, you can bet she's on his mind
When he's driving down the highway headed home
Sleeping sure gets lonely in those motels every night
Compared to being in her arms at home
ALLEMANDE
and WEAVE
He may be gone three days - or maybe two weeks
SWING your girl around and PROMENADE
(Tag): God Bless the gal behind the man, behind the mike!
ORIGINAL LYRICS (for “The Woman Behind the Man Behind the Wheel”):
Those hard driving truckers - gear jamming day and night
Have got a real tough job to stand up to
Highballing down the highway - in a big long diesel rig
Is not a job just anyone can do
But there’s a lot of credit due - to a fine group of girls
They’re the trucker’s wives who wait for their men
When they kiss them goodbye - and watch the tail-lights fade
It’s a lonely wait until they’re home again
He may be gone three days - or maybe two weeks
And everything is left in her care
Like paying bills and cutting grass and fixing kids their meals
She’s the woman behind the man behind the wheel
This special breed of woman - has to share a love affair
With that long stretch of highway on his mind
But she knows that he loves her - more than anything
She’s a Truckers wife - and that’s the greatest kind
And as he sips his coffee - you can bet she’s on his mind
When he’s driving down that highway all alone
And that sleeper sure gets lonely - parked at a big truck stop
Compared to being in her arms at home
Now we’ve songs and phrases about the trucking man
And they’re true - but let’s say one little spiel
For all the truckers wives because – after all
She’s the woman behind the man behind the wheel
The woman behind the man behind the wheel