The Trucker’s Blues

I met a trucker down in Texas

About a week ago

I said where you headin’ old buddy

You got a heavy load

I’m rollin' for California

To the town of Santa Cruz

There I’m going to sell my rig

I’m tired of the trucker’s blues

Some are born for riches

Some are born to lose

But you haven’t heard of trouble

Till you’ve heard of the trucker’s blues

There’s Tennessee Jack and Twenty-Ton Mack

On the C. B. radio

Talking about a smokey

Back about a mile or so

They talk about the road to Houston

And the women along the way

But they never mention the wife or kids

They left back in L. A.

They never tell of the hell it is to drive

In the wind and rain and snow

Or the price they paid

On a mountain grand

When they lost the compound low

A trucker’s wife leads a lonely life

While waiting for her man

She never knows when he goes

If he’ll ever be back again

You tell your wife you’ll be home tonight

You’ll put on some extra sail

You put the hammer down

Your covering ground

There’s a smokey on your tail

He’s a local cop with a heart of rock

He lands you smack in jail

You’re out about noon the following day

On a fifty dollar bail