World's Last Truck Driving Man Lyrics - Bobby Bare

The year is two thousand and eighty 

And hardly a highway remains 

Gone are the days of the diesel 

And songs about wrecks in the rain 

The Macs and MacLeans have all rusted away 

The Harvesters rot in the sand 

And in a deserted truck stop sits Tennessee Thompson 

The world's last truck drivin' man 

He lit up the world's last Lucky 

Got his last cup of coffee refilled 

Then he stared at the sky for one final high 

Took the world's last little white pill 

He said world you are losin' your truckers 

And your suckers do not give a damn 

You're freightin' in space and there just ain't no place 

For a hard ridin' truck drivin' man 

The world's last truck drivin' man 

His left arm is losin' its tan 

The rest all went broke and just went up in smoke 

He's the world's last truck drivin' man 

Then he sat there and drank to old mem'ries 

And Doreen sat there dryin' his tears 

Doreen was the world's last truck stoppin' waitress 

She was weary and worn with the years 

So he put his last dime in the world's last jukebox 

For the lady he'd loved for so long 

And there in that deserted truck stop they danced 

To the world's last truck drivin' song 

Then he climbed up inside his ol' semi 

And Doreen she crawled up at his side 

He shifted it down and the diesel's sad sound 

Said this is your last homeward ride 

So he whispered 10-4 to her and the Lord 

As the microphone fell from his hand 

And he came to the exit marked Tennessee Thompson 

The world's last truck drivin' man 

He was high ballin' straight through them bright pearly gates 

When behind in the dust of his rig 

Come the wailin' siren of ol' Smokey McKenzie 

The world's last interstate pig 

Hear 'em roar see 'em fly past the clouds through the sky 

On that highway that don't have an end 

But you know that's heaven for Tennessee Thompson 

The world's last truck drivin' man and Doreen 

The world's last truck drivin' man 

10-4 and gone