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red simpson - i'm a truck lyrics
h-llo, i’m a truck
g
you’ve heard songs about truck drivers
em
many times their story’s told
a
how they pulled out of pittsburg
d
for six days on the road
g
’bout that feather river canyon
em
and a-climbing’ that ol grapevine
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that old roadhouse down in texas
d
and the girls they left behind
g
you’ve heard their tales of daring
em
and i think that’s just fine
c
but if you could spare a minute
d g
well i’d like to tell you mine
chorus:
g c g
there’d be no truck driver’s if it wasn’t
for us trucks
d g
no double-clutching gear jammin’ coffee
drinking nuts
c g
they’ll drive their way to glory and they
have all the luck
c
there’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’t
d g
for us trucks
em
spoken:
well there he sits in that cafe drinkin coffee and tellin lies
prob’ly telling ’em ’bout that hill we topped ten miles back
otta tell’em how he missed a gear and that volkswagon bus full of
hippies p-ssed 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
g
if we’re on time he takes the credit
em
‘n if we’re late i get the blame
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up those hills with shutters open
d
my stacks a-runnin’ flame
g
my tach’ runnin red-line
em
sippin’ diesel from the tanks
a
i’ll take him south and bring him back
d
without a word of thanks
g em
well now you’ve heard my story and i guess
it’s my tough luck
c d
there’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’t
g
for us trucks
chorus:
em
spoken:
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?
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…
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