| Well they told me tonight that Kelly’s offsider just died | 
| I put my head in my hands | 
| And I just couldn’t help but I cried | 
| And there’s no use you telling me now | 
| That’s the way of all life | 
| We’re kind of different with Kelly | 
| Cause the offsider was his wife | 
| It was just a nickname the truckies all knew her by | 
| We’d all give her a wave | 
| And a blast of the horn as we’d fly | 
| And if Kelly pulled over | 
| And stopped by the road for a spell | 
| Kelly’s grin and the offsider’s smile | 
| Made us pull in as well | 
| Well the off-sider rode all of the highways | 
| There were to ride | 
| Nowhere in the world was she happy but by Kelly’s side | 
| An after a while we all said | 
| That she brought us good luck | 
| But to them the whole world | 
| Was the cabin of a roaring truck | 
| So it’s hard to take in that Kelly’s offsider just died | 
| But Kelly’s gonna take his offsider for one last ride | 
| With a casket of ashes an a semi that’s rolling slow | 
| Kelly’s heading for a place on the highway | 
| The truckies all know | 
| And he’ll be leaving her where the tall trees bend an sigh | 
| Where she won’t be lonely | 
| Cause she’ll hear the big wheels rolling by | 
| And the sound of the horns from the trucks | 
| Passing day and night | 
| Kelly’s offsider will be riding with him til he died | 
| Well they told me tonight that Kelly’s offsider just died | 
| I put my head in my hands | 
| And I just couldn’t help but I cried | 
| And it’s no use you telling me now | 
| That’s the way of all life | 
| Kind a different with Kelly | 
| Cause the offsider was his wife | 
| Oh kind a different with Kelly | 
| Cause the offsider was his wife |