Im A Truck
Red Simpson
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G You've heard songs about truck driversEm many times their story's toldA7 How they pulled out of PittsburgD7 for six days on the roadG 'Bout that feather river canyonEm and a-climbing' that ol grapevineA7 That old roadhouse down in TexasD7 and the girls they left behindG You've heard their tales of daringEm and I think that's just fineC G but if you could spare a minuteD7 G well I'd like to tell you mine [Chorus]C There'd be no truck driver's if itG wasn't for us trucksD7 no double-clutching gear jammin'G coffee drinking nutsC they'll drive their way to gloryG and they have all the luck there'd be no truck drivers if itC wasn'tD G for us trucks [Verse 2] Spoken:Em Well there he sits in that cafeEm drinkin coffee and tellin liesEm Prob'ly telling 'em 'bout that hillEm we topped ten miles backContinúa después del anuncioEm Otta tell'em how he missed a gearEm and that Volkswagon bus full ofEm Hippies passed us like I was sittin'Em up on jacksEm Or how we took that curve over on 66Em Hadn'y been for me hangin on the shoulderEm We'd a both wound up in the ditchG [Verse 3] Sing:G If we're on time he takes the creditEm if we're late I get the blameA7 Up those hills with shutters openD7 My stacks a-runnin' flameG My tach' runnin red-lineEm suckin' diesel from the tanksA7 Well I'll take him south and bring him backD7 without a word of thanksG Well now you've heard my story andEm I guess it's my tough luckC G There'd be no truck drivers if itD7 wasn'tG for us trucks [Chorus]C There'd be no truck driver's if itG wasn'tD7 no double-clutching gear jammin'G coffee drinking nutsC they'll drive their way to gloryG and they have all the luck there'd be no truck drivers if itC wasn'tD7 G for us trucks [Verse 4] Spoken:Em Look at him sippin' coffee and flirtingEm with that waitressEm And where do you think he left me?Em That's right, next to a cattle truck (moo)Em Why couldn't he have put me over thereEm next to that little pink Mack?Em Gosh she's got pretty mud-flapsEm And talk about stacked, they're both chromedEm Well he'll be coming out in a minute and he'llEm get that bar and he'll go around and beat on my tiresEm You know for two pints of dieselEm I'd have a flat on the inside dualEm Ha! Boy that'd fix himEm I never did like the way he drives anyhowEm Thinks he's God's gift of waitressesEm He never gives 'em a tipEm Well I know what he's going to do nowEm Take out that tape cartidge of Buck OwensEm and play it againEm I don't know why he don't get aEm Merle Haggard tape.... Em (fade out)