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i'm a truck - nashville country singers lyrics

h*llo? i’m a truck

you’ve heard songs about truck drivers; many times their story’s told
how they pulled out of pittsburgh for six days on the road
’bout the feather river canyon, and climbin’ the ol’ grapevine
that ol’ roadhouse down in texas, and the girls they’ve left behind
you’ve heard their tales of darin’, 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 drivers if it wasn’t for us trucks
no double*clutchin’, gear*jammin’, coffee*drinkin’ nuts
they drive thеir way to glory, and they have all the luck
thеre’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’t for us trucks

well, there he sits in that cafe, drinkin’ coffee and tellin’ lies
probably tellin’ ’em how he topped that hill ten miles back
he oughta tell ’em how he missed a gear when that volkswagen bus full of hippies
passed us like i’s sittin’ up on jacks
or how we took that curve over on 66
hadn’t been for me hangin’ on the shoulder
we’d*a both wound up in a 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’re runnin’ a flame
my tach were runnin’ red*light, suckin’ diesel from the tanks
i’m takin’ him south and bringin’ 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*clutchin’, gear*jammin’, coffee*drinkin’ nuts
they 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, flirtin’ with that waitress
and where do you think he left me?
that’s right, next to that cattle truck
why couldn’t he have put me next to that little pink mack sittin’ over there?
gosh, she’s got pretty mud flaps
talk about stacked? they’re both chromed
well, he’ll be comin’ out in a minute
he’ll hit that bar, and he’ll go around and beat on the tire
you know, for two pints of diesel, i’d have a flat on the other side duals
ah, that’d fix him
i never did like the way he drives anyhow
thinks he’s god’s gift to waitresses, never gives ’em a tip
well, i know what he’s gonna do now
gonna take out that tape cartridge of buck owens and play it again
i don’t know why he don’t get a merle haggard tape

- nashville country singers lyrics

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