Hello, I'm a Truck by Red Simpson

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Hello, I'm a Truck
By: Red Simpson

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Duration:	3:14
Release Date:	1972 (I B Emerson)
Lyrics By:	Bob Stanton (I B Emerson)
Music By:	Bob Stanton (I B Emerson)
Produced By:	Gene Breeden and Ken Nelson (I B Emerson)
Released By:	Capitol ST-881 (I B Emerson)
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I’M A TRUCK
(Red Simpson)

Hello, I'm a truck

You've heard songs about truck drivers many times their stories told,
How they pulled out of Pittsburgh for six days on the road.
Bout the Feather River Canyon and climbin' the old grapevine,
That old roadhouse down in Texas and the girls they've left behind.
You've heard their tales of daring and I think that's just fine,
But if you can spare a minute well I'd like to tell you mine.

There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't for us trucks
No double clutching gear jamming 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 drinking coffee and telling lies.
Prob'ly telling 'em how to take that hill ten miles back.
How telling 'em how he missed a gear and that Volkswagen full of hippies
Passed us like I was sitting up on jacks--or how we took that curve over on 66.
Han't-a been for me hanging on the shoulder we'd both wound up in the ditch.
If we're on time he takes the credit if we're late I get the blame.
Up those hills with shutters open my stacks are running flame.
My tach a running redline, sucking diesel from the tanks.
I 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 drivers if it wasn't for us trucks
No double clutching gear jamming 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 sipping coffee and flirtin' with that waitress.
And where do you think he left me? That's right--next to a cattle truck. (mooo)
Why couldn't he have put me 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! that’d fix him! I never did like the way he drives anyhow.
Thainks he's God's gift to waitresses--he never gives 'em a tip.
Well, I know what he's gonna do now--he's gonna take out
The tape cartridge of Buck Owens and play it again.
I don't know why he don't get a Merle Haggard tape
(trainman786)

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