| I was on the outskirts of a little southern town
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| Trying to reach my destination before the sun went down
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| The old CB was blaring away on Channel 1−9
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| When there came a little boy’s voice on the radio line
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| And he said, «Breaker 1−9, is anyone there?
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| Come on back truckers and talk to Teddy Bear»
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| Well I keyed the mic and I said, «You got it, Teddy Bear»
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| And the little boy’s voice came back on the air
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| «Appreciate the break who we got on that end»
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| I told him my handle and then he began
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| «Though I’m not supposed to bother you fellows out there
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| Mom says you’re busy and for me to stay off the air»
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| But you see, I get lonely and it helps to talk
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| 'Cause that’s about all I can do, I’m crippled and I can’t walk
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| I came back and told him to fire up that mic
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| And I’d talk to him as long as he’d liked
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| «This was my dad’s radio», the little boy said
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| But I guess it’s mine and mom’s now 'cause my daddy’s dead
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| Dad had a wreck about a month ago
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| He was trying to get home in a blinding snow
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| Mom has to work now to make ends meet
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| And I’m not much help with my two crippled feet
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| She says not to worry that we’ll make it alright
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| But I hear her crying sometimes late at night
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| You know there’s one thing I want more than anything else to see
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| Oh, I know you guys are too busy to bother with me
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| But you see, my dad used to take me for rides when he was home
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| But I guess that’s all over now since my daddy’s gone
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| Not one breaker came on the old CB
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| As that little crippled boy talked with me
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| I tried hard to swallow a lump just wouldn’t stay down
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| As I thought about my boy back in Greenville town
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| Dad was gonna take mom and me with him later on this year
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| Why I remember him saying someday
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| This old truck will be yours, Teddy Bear
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| But I know now I’ll never get a ride an 18-wheeler again
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| But this old base’ll keep me in touch with all my trucker friends
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| Teddy Bear’s gonna back on out now and leave you alone
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| 'Cause it’s about time for mom to come home
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| But you give me shout when you’re passing through
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| And I’ll surely be happy to come back to you
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| Well, I came back and I said before you go 10−10
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| What’s your home 20, little CB friend
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| He gave me his address and I didn’t once hesitate
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| 'Cause this hot load of freight would just have to wait
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| I turned that truck around on a dime
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| And headed straight for Jackson Street, 229
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| And as I rounded the corner, oh, I got one heck of a shock
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| 18-wheeler's were lined up for three city blocks
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| Well I guess every driver for miles around had caught Teddy Bear’s call
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| And that little crippled boy was having a ball
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| For as fast as one driver would carry him in
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| Another would carry him to his truck and take off again
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| Well, you better believe I took my turn at riding Teddy Bear
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| And then carried him back in and put him down in his chair
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| And buddy, if I never live to see happiness again
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| I want you to know I saw it that day in the face of that little man
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| We took up a collection for him before his mama got home
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| And each driver said goodbye and then they were all gone
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| He shook my hand with a mile long grin
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| And said, «So long trucker, I’ll catch you again»
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| Ah, I hit that interstate with tears in my eyes
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| I turned on the radio and I got another surprise
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| «Breaker 1−9», came the voice on the air
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| «Just one word of thanks from mama, Teddy Bear
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| We wish each and everyone a special prayer for you
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| 'Cause you just made my little boy’s dream come true
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| I’ll sign off now before I start to cry
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| May God ride with you, 10−4, and goodbye» |