I'm a Truck

Hello, I'm a Truck You've heard songs about truck drivers Many times their story's told How they pulled out of Pittsburg For six days on the road 'Bout that feather river canyon And a-climbing' that ol grapevine That old roadhouse down in Texas And the girls they left behind You've heard their tales of daring And I think that's just fine But if you could spare a minute Well I'd like to tell you mine There'd be no truck driver's If it wasn't for us trucks No double-clutching gear Jammin' coffee, drinking nuts They'll drive their way to glory And they have all the luck There'd be no truck drivers If it wasn't for us trucks Well there he sits in that cafe drinkin coffee and tellin lies Prob'ly telling 'em 'bout how he topped that hill ten miles back Otta tell'em how he missed a gear and that Volkswagon bus full of hippies passed us like I was sittin' up on jacks Or how we took that curve over on 66 Hadn'y been for me hangin on the shoulder We'd a both wound up in the ditch If we're on time he takes the credit 'N if we're late I get the blame Up those hills with shutters open My stacks a-runnin' flame My tach' runnin red-line Sippin' diesel from the tanks I'll take him south and bring him back Without a word of thanks So now you've heard my story and I guess it's my tough luck There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't for us trucks There'd be no truck driver's If it wasn't for us trucks No double-clutching gear Jammin' coffee, drinking nuts They'll drive their way to glory And they have all the luck There'd be no truck drivers If it wasn't for us trucks Look at him sippin' coffee and flirting with that waitress And where do you think he left me? That's right, next to a cattle truck (moo) Why couldn't he have put me over there next to that little pink Mack sittin' over there Gosh she's got pretty mud-flaps And talk about stacked, they're both chromed Well he'll be coming out in a minute and he'll get that bar and he'll go around and beat on my tires You know for two pints of diesel I'd have a flat on the inside dual Ha! Boy that'd fix him I never did like the way he drives anyhow Thinks he's God's gift of waitresses He never gives 'em a tip Well I know what he's going to do now Take out that tape cartidge of Buck Owens and play it again I don't know why he don't get a Merle Haggard tape --- I'm a Truck - Red Simpson