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Come along and ride this train come along and ride this rainCross the mountains prairies reservations rivers levees plainsCome along and ride this train3. Medley:(Ride this trainRide this train with me to where the great Interstate highways cross the countryA hundred years ago over that very ground long before the roads were thereThe lonely pony express rider carried the mailThen came the stagecoach with people and supplies moving across countryToday carrying on that tradition is the modern mover of AmericaThe man behind the wheel the truck driver)SIX DAYS ON THE ROAD(Earl Green - Carl Montgomery)« © '58 Southern Arts Music, BMI »Well I pulled out of Pittsburgh rolling down that eastern sea boardI got my diesel wound up and she's running like never beforeThere's a speed zone ahead well alright I don't see a car in sightSix days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonightWell my rig's a little old but that don't mean she's slowThere's a flame from her stack and the smoke's blowing black as coalMy home town is coming in sight if you think I'm happy you're rightSix days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonightSix days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight(Sixteen forward gears diesel smoke trailing in the windEighteen tyres checked and singing on the pavementFive thousand miles to cover three weeks away from homeAnd it's work Mister it demands the bestAnd whether your run is on Interstate 70 or hauling freight down the eastern seaboardIf you're a gear jammer you know there ain't no easy runs)THERE AIN'T NO EASY RUN« © '68 Newkeys Music, BMI / Unichappell Music, BMI »I was sittin' in the terminal waitin' for my loadWhen a greenhorn driver came in off of the roadI heard him tell that foreman get my little pink slipThis run is too tough and I'm gonna quitNow the foreman that day happened to be old JoeMan he was older than timeHe said son how long you been driving this rigYou know I've drove all shapes forms fashions and kindsAnd here you are worried about this one little tripWhy I've drove a million miles and then someHe looked that greenhorn right in the eye and he saidBoy there ain't no easy runsI've drove for Roadway Interstate Hopewell Great LakesWalford Mac Time Mayflower Freight LinesSpecter Yellow Transit and Western and GilleteRed Ball Rider North Western Big SeattleBeaver Bell Hoover McLeans Gateway Motor Freight Transport PikesDixie Ohio Trans American South East Tex Mason Dixon Watkin and TransconWilson Associates got all that driving doneAnd I tell you boy there ain't no easy runSaid if you got a gal in Texas they'll send you up to MaineAnd if you got a gal in New York they'll send you out on the plainsI know what your problem is you got woman trouble sonAnd I tell you boy there ain't no easy runI've drove for Navajo Rate Goose DCNorth American High Line Baltimore Freight ParkNew Mac Curtis Eastern and then NXGarrett Hayes Federal and ETMAnd Neptune Herron Brinks and Sea LabFirst Dudley Dorsey Bekins and BillinghamCooper Detroit Jones and American tooNightway and Central Standard and Boston SueYunham Buckingham got all that driving doneAnd I tell you boys there ain't no easy runI've drove for United Acme Tanksley and ShawGrammar Atlas Strickland and DocksAtlantic Owens Karin and Bullman H & H Murphy Field and MohawkSkill Skags got all the driving doneAnd I tell you boys there ain't no easy runAin't no easy run(The next time you see a big semi roaring down the highwayRemember the man at the wheel has a great heritage in AmericaLike the Pony Express rider the stagecoach driver and the wagon master of oldNo matter what the weather no matter where the roadHe's the man that delivers the goodsAnd whatever you eat tonight whatever you wear wherever you sleepRemember it's very likely that it was a truckerThat brought you your food clothers and your bed)SAILOR ON A CONCRETE SEA(Merle Travis)« © '70 Tree Publishing, BMI »Well my ocean is four lanes wide my waves are mountain highI sail a twenty ton schooner with the will of do or dieAnd my cargo must go through to the port that waits for meI live on luck for I drive a truck I'm a sailor on a concrete seaSo here's to the unsung hero though he don't make historyFrom coast to coast let's drink a toastTo the sailor on a concrete sea the sailor on a conrete sea(Take it easy truckers there ain't no easy run)(Most of my people and the people I knew back homeMade their greatest accomplishments in this lifeBy hard work with their two bare handsWhen a fella has given life a good grind and is lying on his dying bedWith his hands folded crossed his chestboneFeeling the last pumping of his innard workingsOne of his good folks ought to raise up his head a tadAnd let him take one fadin' look through his eyes once again at his own two handsAnd he ought to be proud in his head if he can sayConcernin' them hands that all their lying by has been laid by properAnd that's a bunch of times I have done somethin' pretty good with 'em)
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