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Samuel’s Musician Of The Week

July 31st, 2005 at 07:03pm

Well, we’ve hit the section of the record library with CDs named “Country…”, and I have a bit of a backlog of people, so this weeks winner is Red Simpson, and here are the lyrics of my favourite song of his:

Hello I’m a truck
You’ve heard songs about truck drivers
Many times their story’s told
How they pulled out of Pittsburgh
For six days on the road
‘Bout that feather river canyon
And a-climbin’ that old grapevine
That old roadhouse down in Texas
And the girls they 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 jammin’ coffee drinking nuts
They 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 ’bout that that hill we topped ten miles back
Outta tell ’em how he missed a gear and that Volkswagen bus full of hippies
Passed us like I was sittin’ up on jacks
Or how we took that curve over on 66
Hadn’t been for me hangin’ on the shoulder
We’d a both wound up in the ditch

If we’re on time he takes the credit
‘n if we’re late I get the blame
Up those hills with shutters open
My stacks a-runnin’ flame
My tach’ll runnin’ red line
Suckin’ diesel from the tanks
I take him south and bring him back
Without a word of thanks
Well now you’ve heard my story and I guess it’s my tough luck
There’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’t for us trucks

There’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’t for us trucks
No double clutchin’ gear jammin’ coffee drinking nuts
They drive their way to glory and they have all the luck
There’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’t for us trucks

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 over there next to that little pink Mack
Gosh she’s got pretty mud flaps
And talk bout 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
Why I’d have a flat on the inside dual
Ha! Boy that fixed him
I never did like the way he drives anyhow
Thinks he’s God’s gift to waitresses
He never gives ’em a tip
Well I know what he’s gonna do now
Take out that tape cartridge of Buck Owens and play it again
I don’t know why he don’t get a Merle Haggard tape

Samuel

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