| Cause I told 'em about that little boy of mine
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| And how his first word about that old truck was Giddyup Go Well today I was barrelin' down old 66
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| When up beside me pulled down a brand new diesel rig
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| Both stacks of blowin' black coal
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| And as she pulled around and back in front of me
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| A big ole lump came in my throat
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| And my eyes watered like I had a bad old cough
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| A little sign on the back of the truck that read Giddyup Go Well I pushed old Giddyup Go stayed right on him
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| Until the next truck stop where he’d pulled up I waited till he went in and I offered to buy him a cup
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| Well we got to talkin' shop and I said
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| Now did you come by the name on your truck Giddyup Go Well he said I got it from my pop
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| Dad used to drive a truck that’s what mom talked about a lot
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| You see I lost mom when I was just past sixteen
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| And I lost all track of pop cause mom said he got the name from me I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to see
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| I took him out to the old truck
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| And brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show
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| And his eyes got big and bright as he read Giddyup Go Oh we had a lot of things to talk about and buddy I felt like a king
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| And now we’ve just pulled back on the old 66
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| And he’s handled that big rig
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| Better than any gearjammer that I’d ever seen
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| Well sir now the lines on the highway have got much brighter glow
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| As we go roarin' down the road
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| And me starin' at a little sign that reads Giddyup Go |