Hello I'm A Truck Lyrics

(Bob Stanton)

You've heard songs about truck drivers
Many times their stories told
How they pulled out of Pittsburg
For six days on the road.

'Bout the Feather River Canyon
And climbin' the old grapevine
That old roadhouse down in Texas
And the girls they've 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 jaming
Coffee drinking nuts.

They'll 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 how to take
That hill ten miles back..

How telling 'em how he missed a gear
And that Volkswagen full of hippies.

Passed us like I was sitting up on jacks
Or how we took that curve over on 66
Han't-a been for me hanging on the shoulder
We'd both wound up in the ditch.

If we're on time he takes the credit
If we're late I get the blame
Up those hills with shutters open
My stacks are running flame.
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My stack a running red light
Sucking diesel from the tanks
I take him south and bring him back
Without a word of thanks.

So now you've heard my story
And I guess it's my tough luck
There'd be no truck drivers
If it wadn't for us trucks.

There'd be no truck drivers
If it wasn't for us trucks
No double clutching, gear jaming
Coffee drinking nuts.

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 next
To that little pink mack sittin' over there
Gosh she's got pretty mud flaps
And talk about stracked 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
I'd have a flat on the inside dual
Ha, 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
He's gonna take out.

The tape cartridge of Buck Owens
And played it again
I don't know why he don't get
A Merle Haggard tape...