Farewell To The Road Lyrics - Dave Dudley

Farewell to the road, farewell to the road 

Well ol' truck this is our farewell to the road 

I guess we're both out of style 

I could sell ye but I don't need the money 

You sure don't need the miles 

That doctor says I gotta get off the road 

He tells me my eyes are sick 

And they won't let you run when you get too old 

That windshield gets too thick 

We made many a run together ol' truck 

Sometimes when I had me no help 

I think I slept right behind that wheel 

You just kept driving yourself 

Hey we had some swingers ol' timer 

Like that gal from Tennessee 

She rode with us pretty near six hundred miles 

Ha that seat was warm for a week 

Oh yeah, I gave that radio on to Jim Smith 

You know that sure was a dandy thing 

I'm gonna miss Ralph and Mike and Bill 

And all them boys 

And hearin' them country people sing 

And every time I shave I see that scar that I picked up in Abilene 

That gal was about as pretty as a summer night 

But that boy that was with her he was awful mean 

Well ol' timer I gotta be goin' 

And I'll drink to you down at the bar 

You know it's gonna take me a month or two 

To get used to drivin' this car 

Now this lot is yours as long as you want it 

And I'll see you every two or three weeks 

And maybe this just ain't the proper thing to say 

But here's hopin' you rust in peace 

Farewell to the road, farewell to the road