Lyrics Red Simpson

Red Simpson

I'm A Truck

Hello, I'm a Truck

G

You've heard songs about truck drivers

Em

many times their story's told

A

How they pulled out of Pittsburg

D

for six days on the road

G

'Bout that feather river canyon

Em

and a-climbing' that ol grapevine

A

That old roadhouse down in Texas

D

and the girls they left behind

G

You've heard their tales of daring

Em

and I think that's just fine

C

but if you could spare a minute

D G

well I'd like to tell you mine

Chorus:

G C G

There'd be no truck driver's if it wasn't

for us trucks

D G

no double-clutching gear jammin' coffee

drinking nuts

C G

they'll drive their way to glory and they

have all the luck

C

there'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't

D G

for us trucks

Em

Spoken:

Well there he sits in that cafe drinkin coffee and

tellin lies

Prob'ly telling 'em 'bout that hill we topped ten miles

back

Otta tell'em how he missed a gear and that Volkswagon

bus full of

Hippies passed us like I was sittin' up on jacks

Or how we took that curve over on 66

Hadn'y been for me hangin on the shoulder

We'd a both wound up in the ditch

G

If we're on time he takes the credit

Em

'n if we're late I get the blame

A

Up those hills with shutters open

D

My stacks a-runnin' flame

G

My tach' runnin red-line

Em

sippin' diesel from the tanks

A

I'll take him south and bring him back

D

without a word of thanks

G Em

Well now you've heard my story and I guess

it's my tough luck

C D

There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't

G

for us trucks

Chorus:

Em

Spoken:

Look at him sippin' coffee and flirting with that

waitress

And where do you think he left me?

That's right, next to a cattle truck (moo)

Why couldn't he have put me over there next to that

little pink Mack?

Gosh she's got pretty mud-flaps

And talk about stacked, 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! Boy that'd fix him

I never did like the way he drives anyhow

Thinks he's God's gift of waitresses

He never gives 'em a tip

Well I know what he's going to do now

Take out that tape cartidge of Buck Owens and play it

again

I don't know why he don't get a Merle Haggard tape....