Old Sam

Old Sam good old Sam his truck drivin' days are almost gone

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

Old Sam his truck driving days are almost gone