(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