Artist: Red Simpson | Song: I'm A Truck 2

Artist/Band: Simpson Red Tabs
Song: I'm A Truck 2 Tab

Spoken:
Hello, I'm a Truck
G
You've heard songs about truck drivers
      Em
many times their story's told
     A
How they pulled out of Pittsburg
     D
for six days on the road
  G
'Bout that feather river canyon
      Em
and a-climbing' that ol grapevine
          A
That old roadhouse down in Texas
         D
and the girls they left behind
 G
You've heard their tales of daring
    Em 
and I think that's just fine
        C
but if you could spare a minute
      D                    G
well I'd like to tell you mine

Chorus:
G       C                           G
There'd be no truck driver's if it wasn't 

for us trucks
    D                             G
no double-clutching gear jammin' coffee 

drinking nuts
         C                            G
they'll drive their way to glory and they 

have all the luck
                                   C
there'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't 
 D      G
for us trucks
Em
Spoken:

Well there he sits in that cafe drinkin coffee and tellin lies
Prob'ly telling 'em 'bout that hill we topped ten miles back
Otta tell'em how he missed a gear and that Volkswagon bus full of 
Hippies passed us like I was sittin' up on jacks
Or how we took that curve over on 66
Hadn'y been for me hangin on the shoulder
We'd a both wound up in the ditch

G
If we're on time he takes the credit
             Em
'n if we're late I get the blame
          A
Up those hills with shutters open
    D
My stacks a-runnin' flame
    G
My tach' runnin red-line
         Em
sippin' diesel from the tanks
      A
I'll take him south and bring him back
     D
without a word of thanks
     G                                Em
Well now you've heard my story and I guess

it's my tough luck
         C                         D
There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't
        G
for us trucks

Chorus:


Em
Spoken:

Look at him sippin' coffee and flirting with that waitress
And 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-flaps
And talk about 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
I'd have a flat on the inside dual
Ha! Boy that'd fix him
I never did like the way he drives anyhow
Thinks he's God's gift of waitresses
He never gives 'em a tip
Well I know what he's going to do now
Take out that tape cartidge of Buck Owens and play it again
I don't know why he don't get a Merle Haggard tape....

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