| I’m an old road-hog
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| I drove a big truck
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| Shot the pinball machine, but it brought me bad luck
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| If oceans was whiskey and I was a dove
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| I’d dive into it and never come up
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| I wish they’d outlaw them old pinball machines
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| Many weeks they have caused me to live on sardines
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| Last time I called my wife on the phone
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| The first thing she said was «John, can you come home?
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| I got a lot of lodgers and they’ve got to go.»
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| I said «I'll see you when I get back from the depot.»
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| She said «John, you know I love you, I wish you wouldn’t go
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| Send your babies some money. |
| They’re hungry and cold.»
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| The last thing she said, and then she hung up, was
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| «John you gave up my loving to drive an old truck.»
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| I made my trip up to the depot
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| I was gone two months cause I shot up my dough
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| When I got home my family was gone
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| The best friend I had rung my telephone
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| He said «John, I guess you wonder 'bout your babies and wife…
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| Pneumonia got your babies and your wife took her life.»
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| I’ve lost all my friends, can’t sleep for bad dreams
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| I dream about a old truck and a pinball machine
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| I never will forget the last words that old man said:
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| «Oh Lord, if I could live my life over,»
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| And then he fell dead, the victim of an old truck
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| He was a clean-cut young man at the age of nineteen
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| But now he’s in his grave
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| The victim of an old truck
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| And a pinball machine |