| Hello I’m a truck
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| You’ve heard songs about truck drivers many times their stories told
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| How they pulled out of Pittsburg for six days on the road
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| Bout the Feather River Canyon and climbin' the old grapevine
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| That old roadhouse down in Texas and the girls they’ve left behind
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| You’ve heard their tales of daring and I think that’s just fine
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| But if you can spare a minute well I’d like to tell you mine
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| There’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’t for us trucks
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| No double clutching gear jaming coffee drinking nuts
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| They’ll drive their way to glory and they have all the luck
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| There’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’t for us trucks
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| Well there he sits in that cafe drinking coffee and telling lies
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| Prob’ly telling 'em how to talk that hill ten miles back
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| How telling 'em how he missed a gear and that Volkswagen full of hippies
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| Passed us like I was sitting up on jacks or how we took that curve over on 66
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| Han’t-a been for me hanging on the shoulder we’d both wound up in the ditch
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| If we’re on time he takes the credit if we’re late I get the blame
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| Up those hills with shutters open my stacks are running flame
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| My stack a running red light sucking diesel from the tanks
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| I take him south and bring him back without a word of thanks
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| So now you’ve heard my story and I guess it’s my tough luck
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| There’d be no truck drivers if it wadn’t for us trucks
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| There’d be no truck drivers…
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| Look at him sipping coffee and flirtin' with that waitress
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| And where do you think he left me that’s right next to cattle truck (mooo)
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| Why couldn’t we have put me next to that little pink mack sittin' over there
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| Gosh she’s got pretty mud flaps and talk about stracked they’re both chromed
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| Well he’ll be coming out in a minute and he’ll get that bar
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| And he’ll go around and beat on my tires
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| You know for two pints of diesel I’d have a flat on the inside dual
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| Ha that fixed him I never did like the way he drives anyhow
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| Thainks he’s God’s gift to waitresses he never gives 'em a tip
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| Well I know what he’s gonna do now he’s gonna take out
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| The tape cartridge of Back Owens and play it again
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| I don’t know why he don’t get a Merle Haggard tape |