Im A Truck

(Spoken) N.C. Hello, I'm a Truck G 2x Sing: A You've heard songs about truck drivers F#m many times their story's told B7 How they pulled out of Pittsburg E7 for six days on the road A 'Bout that feather river canyon F#m and a-climbing' that ol grapevine B7 That old roadhouse down in Texas E7 and the girls they left behind A You've heard their tales of daring F#m and I think that's just fine D A but if you could spare a minute E7 A well I'd like to tell you mine D A There'd be no truck driver's if it wasn't for us trucks E7 A no double-clutching gear jammin' coffee drinking nuts D A they'll drive their way to glory and they have all the luck D there'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't E A for us trucks Spoken: F#m Well there he sits in that cafe F#m drinkin coffee and tellin lies F#m Prob'ly telling 'em 'bout that hill F#m we topped ten miles back F#m Otta tell'em how he missed a gear F#m and that Volkswagon bus full of F#m Hippies passed us like I was sittin' F#m up on jacks F#m Or how we took that curve over on 66 F#m Hadn'y been for me hangin on the shoulder F#m A We'd a both wound up in the ditch Sing: A If we're on time he takes the credit F#m if we're late I get the blame B7 Up those hills with shutters open E7 My stacks a-runnin' flame A My tach' runnin red-line F#m suckin' diesel from the tanks B7 Well I'll take him south and bring him back E7 without a word of thanks A F#m Well now you've heard my story and I guess it's my tough luck D A E7 There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't A for us trucks D A There'd be no truck driver's if it wasn't E7 A no double-clutching gear jammin' coffee drinking nuts D A they'll drive their way to glory and they have all the luck D there'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't E7 A for us trucks Spoken: F#m Look at him sippin' coffee and flirting F#m with that waitress F#m And where do you think he left me? F#m That's right, next to a cattle truck (moo) F#m Why couldn't he have put me over there F#m next to that little pink Mack? F#m Gosh she's got pretty mud-flaps F#m And talk about stacked, they're both chromed F#m Well he'll be coming out in a minute and he'll F#m get that bar and he'll go around and beat on my tires F#m You know for two pints of diesel F#m I'd have a flat on the inside dual F#m Ha! Boy that'd fix him F#m I never did like the way he drives anyhow F#m Thinks he's God's gift of waitresses F#m He never gives 'em a tip F#m Well I know what he's going to do now F#m Take out that tape cartidge of Buck Owens F#m and play it again F#m I don't know why he don't get a F#m Merle Haggard tape.... Em (fade out)