| You laughed at ole Sam who just walked out the door
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| He’s been coffeeing up here for fifteen years or more
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| You won’t want to listen well the coffee’s on the house so you’re stuck
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| Fifty mission caps and boots don’t make a man safe in a truck
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| The same goes for fancy belt buckles and chain drive pocketbooks
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| The man ain’t born that can tell another man’s talent by his looks
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| Now I don’t suppose those overalls did impress you a lot
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| Or that cold and useless arm the old man’s got
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| That arm’s gone because he jack-knified a rig in the fog
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| You see there was a child walkin' in the road searchin' for his lost dog
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| If someone needs help on the road well ole Sam’s always ready
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| Oh they don’t need to be female waiting all smiles young and pretty
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| He picks up every hitchhiker Sam says nobody’s all bad
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| Well up to date seven of 'em's rolled him for every dime he had
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| You see there’s more to drivin' a truck than gettin' from here to there
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| Ole Sam’s a trucker’s truck driver well they’re mighty rare
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| Well my friend I hope you get the message that clothes don’t make the man
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| Cause if every a man had the right to wear those clothes it’s ole Sam
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| You may fill out ole Sam’s shoes before your drivin' days are through
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| But you’ll do a whole lot of livin' fore you do
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| To the folks who know him he’s a lot more than just ole Sam
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| He’s the blueprint the Lord used to make the truck drivin' man
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| Old Sam his truck driving days are almost gone |