| Well they told me tonight that Kelly’s offsider just died
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| I put my head in my hands
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| And I just couldn’t help but I cried
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| And there’s no use you telling me now
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| That’s the way of all life
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| We’re kind of different with Kelly
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| Cause the offsider was his wife
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| It was just a nickname the truckies all knew her by
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| We’d all give her a wave
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| And a blast of the horn as we’d fly
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| And if Kelly pulled over
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| And stopped by the road for a spell
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| Kelly’s grin and the offsider’s smile
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| Made us pull in as well
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| Well the off-sider rode all of the highways
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| There were to ride
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| Nowhere in the world was she happy but by Kelly’s side
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| An after a while we all said
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| That she brought us good luck
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| But to them the whole world
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| Was the cabin of a roaring truck
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| So it’s hard to take in that Kelly’s offsider just died
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| But Kelly’s gonna take his offsider for one last ride
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| With a casket of ashes an a semi that’s rolling slow
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| Kelly’s heading for a place on the highway
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| The truckies all know
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| And he’ll be leaving her where the tall trees bend an sigh
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| Where she won’t be lonely
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| Cause she’ll hear the big wheels rolling by
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| And the sound of the horns from the trucks
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| Passing day and night
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| Kelly’s offsider will be riding with him til he died
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| Well they told me tonight that Kelly’s offsider just died
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| I put my head in my hands
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| And I just couldn’t help but I cried
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| And it’s no use you telling me now
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| That’s the way of all life
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| Kind a different with Kelly
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| Cause the offsider was his wife
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| Oh kind a different with Kelly
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| Cause the offsider was his wife |