Hello, I'm A Truck

Hello I'm a truck
 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 talk 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
 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 wadn'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
 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
 Thainks 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 Back Owens and play it again
 I don't know why he don't get a Merle Haggard tape