Im A Truck

         G
You've heard songs about truck drivers
      Em
many times their story's told
     A7
How they pulled out of Pittsburg
    D7
for six days on the road
            G
'Bout that feather river canyon
      Em
and a-climbing' that ol grapevine
          A7
That old roadhouse down in Texas
         D7
and the girls they left behind
        G
You've heard their tales of daring
    Em
and I think that's just fine
        C                G
but if you could spare a minute
          D7               G
well I'd like to tell you mine


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

for us trucks
     D7                           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


[Verse 2]

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


[Verse 3]

Sing:
G
If we're on time he takes the credit
          Em
if we're late I get the blame
          A7
Up those hills with shutters open
    D7
My stacks a-runnin' flame
    G
My tach' runnin red-line
         Em
suckin' diesel from the tanks
           A7
Well I'll take him south and bring him back
    D7
without a word of thanks
      G                               Em
Well now you've heard my story and I guess

it's my tough luck
        C           G              D7
There'd be no truck drivers if it wasn't
        G
for us trucks


[Chorus]

        C                          G
There'd be no truck driver's if it wasn't
     D7                           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
 D7      G
for us trucks


[Verse 4]

Spoken:
 Em
Look at him sippin' coffee and flirting
 Em
with that waitress
 Em
And where do you think he left me?
 Em
That's right, next to a cattle truck (moo)
 Em
Why couldn't he have put me over there
 Em
next to that little pink Mack?
 Em
Gosh she's got pretty mud-flaps
 Em
And talk about stacked, they're both chromed
 Em
Well he'll be coming out in a minute and he'll
 Em
get that bar and he'll go around and beat on my tires
 Em
You know for two pints of diesel
 Em
I'd have a flat on the inside dual
 Em
Ha! Boy that'd fix him
 Em
I never did like the way he drives anyhow
 Em
Thinks he's God's gift of waitresses
 Em
He never gives 'em a tip
 Em
Well I know what he's going to do now
 Em
Take out that tape cartidge of Buck Owens
 Em
and play it again
 Em
I don't know why he don't get a
 Em
Merle Haggard tape....  Em (fade out)