My friend, Joan Sprung wrote a good trucking song which goes partly like:

Out on the highway driving all alone
Talking out loud to my radio
Gotta move a little faster so I can make my run
Then I'll be looking for some place to go.

I sell my soul to the Devil every night
He's hiding in a bottle waiting there
Another drink of whiskey gonna make it alright
Gonna make the lonely feeling disappear.

There's more if you want it.

I offered this to my friend, Dick Curless but he wouldn't touch it. Said he was done with the booze in any form.