I'm a Truck

Chorus: G C GThere’d be no truck driver’s if it wasn’t
for us trucksD Gno double-clutching gear jammin' coffee
drinking nutsC Gthey’ll drive their way to glory and they
have all the luckCthere’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’tD Gfor us
trucksEmSpoken:
Well there he sits in that cafe drinkin coffee and tellin liesProb’ly telling
'em 'bout that hill we topped ten miles backOtta tell’em how he missed a gear
and that Volkswagon bus full ofHippies passed us like I was sittin' up on
jacksOr how we took that curve over on 66Hadn'y been for me hangin on the
shoulderWe’d a both wound up in the ditch
GIf we’re on time he takes the creditEm’n if we’re late I get the blameAUp
those hills with shutters openDMy stacks a-runnin' flameGMy tach' runnin
red-lineEmsippin' diesel from the tanksAI’ll take him south and bring him
backDwithout a word of thanksG EmWell now you’ve heard my story and I guess
it’s my tough luckC DThere’d be no truck drivers if it wasn’tGfor us trucks
Chorus:
EmSpoken:
Look at him sippin' coffee and flirting with that waitressAnd 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-flapsAnd talk about stacked, they’re both chromedWell he’ll be coming out
in a minute and he’ll getthat bar and he’ll go around and beat on my tiresYou
know for two pints of dieselI’d have a flat on the inside dualHa!
Boy that’d fix himI never did like the way he drives anyhowThinks he’s God’s
gift of waitressesHe never gives 'em a tipWell I know what he’s going to do
nowTake out that tape cartidge of Buck Owens and play it againI don’t know why
he don’t get a Merle Haggard tape…