I'm A Truck" Lyrics - Singles - Red Simpson

Hello, 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 

A 

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 passed 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 

A 

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....