The Grim Trucker Lyrics - Ron Sexsmith

When the moon is only a shadow 

When the world is wiping her eyes 

The grim trucker darkens the meadow 

To the market he never drives 

All the pigs go down the hill 

Past the police station, across the tracks 

They turn right at the next light 

And they never come back 

See the sleepy-eyed little children 

As we bus 'em off to school 

To a greasy grimy ol? building 

With a rusty golden rule 

All the pigs go down the hill 

Past the police station, across the tracks 

They turn right at the next light 

And they never come back 

Never come back 

Fill our face with eggs and bacon 

While this question weighs on our minds 

Will we wake to wings up in heaven 

Or to hooves and snout in our next life? 

Some say if we get it right in this life 

Than we never come back 

We never come back 

We never come back 

Never come back 

We never come back 

Never come back 

Never come back 

Never come back