Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hello, I’m A Truck, artist - Red Simpson. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Hello, I’m A Truck |
| Hello I’m a truck |
| You’ve heard songs about truck drivers many times their stories told |
| How they pulled out of Pittsburg for six days on the road |
| Bout the Feather River Canyon and climbin' the old grapevine |
| That old roadhouse down in Texas and the girls they’ve left behind |
| You’ve heard their tales of daring and I think that’s just fine |
| But if you can spare a minute well I’d like to tell you mine |
| There’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’t for us trucks |
| No double clutching gear jaming coffee drinking nuts |
| They’ll drive their way to glory and they have all the luck |
| There’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’t for us trucks |
| Well there he sits in that cafe drinking coffee and telling lies |
| Prob’ly telling 'em how to talk that hill ten miles back |
| How telling 'em how he missed a gear and that Volkswagen full of hippies |
| Passed us like I was sitting up on jacks or how we took that curve over on 66 |
| Han’t-a been for me hanging on the shoulder we’d both wound up in the ditch |
| If we’re on time he takes the credit if we’re late I get the blame |
| Up those hills with shutters open my stacks are running flame |
| My stack a running red light sucking diesel from the tanks |
| I take him south and bring him back without a word of thanks |
| So now you’ve heard my story and I guess it’s my tough luck |
| There’d be no truck drivers if it wadn’t for us trucks |
| There’d be no truck drivers… |
| Look at him sipping coffee and flirtin' with that waitress |
| And where do you think he left me that’s right next to cattle truck (mooo) |
| Why couldn’t we have put me next to that little pink mack sittin' over there |
| Gosh she’s got pretty mud flaps and talk about stracked they’re both chromed |
| Well he’ll be coming out in a minute and he’ll get that bar |
| And he’ll go around and beat on my tires |
| You know for two pints of diesel I’d have a flat on the inside dual |
| Ha that fixed him I never did like the way he drives anyhow |
| Thainks he’s God’s gift to waitresses he never gives 'em a tip |
| Well I know what he’s gonna do now he’s gonna take out |
| The tape cartridge of Back Owens and play it again |
| I don’t know why he don’t get a Merle Haggard tape |