I'M A TRUCK Artist: Red Simpson Album: Best of Red Simpson Trascibed: John Patterson I'm a beginning guitar player so I haven't been able to match the chords to this song. If somebody out there can do it, I'd appreciate it. In the meantime, here are the lyris. 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 I'M A TRUCK Artist: Red Simpson Album: Best of Red Simpson Trascibed: John Patterson I'm a beginning guitar player so I haven't been able to match the chords to this song. If somebody out there can do it, I'd appreciate it. In the meantime, here are the lyris.
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