| It was his first trip to Boston in a big long disel truck
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| It was his first trip to Boston he was a havin' lots of luck
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| He was headed the wrong direction down the one way street in town
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| And this is what he said when the police chased him down
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| Give me forty acres and I’ll turn this rig round
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| It’s the easiest way that I found
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| Some guys can turn on a dime or turn it right downtown
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| But I need forty acres to turn this rig around
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| When he finally found where to outload he had the dreadful shot
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| His trailer pointed toward the road and his cab right to the dock
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| And as he looked around him through his tears he made the sound
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| Oh give me forty acres and I’ll turn this rig round
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| Give me forty acres…
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| When he finally got unloaded he was glad to leave that town
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| He was feelin' fairy happy goin' back to Alabam
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| And up ahead he saw a sign said you are northward bound
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| He said give me forty acres and I’ll turn this rig round
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| He was drivin' down the right lane when ahead he saw a sign
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| Yet to make the left turn but he could not gettn' in line
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| The tears were streamin' down his cheeks and they all heard him yell
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| Give me forty sticks of dynamite and I’ll blow his rig to hell
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| Give me forty acres… |