Herman “The German” wore a Cross of Iron. Lean & mean drivin’ machine. He loved his beer, Man he was drownin’ in Snowcat Stout. Still every morning he was in the cab steerin’ his rig down that road. He say, “pride on the line boy … don’t take a job if you can’t take a drink.”. His hero’s end came when he stepped between the delicious Helga and a drunk with a knife. Next morning, some heard a ghostly roar from Herman’s 18 wheels - No rest for the wicked!
Favorite track: 18 Wheels.