Come Along And Ride This Train

Come along and ride this train come along and ride this rain

Cross the mountains prairies reservations rivers levees plains

Come along and ride this train

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3. Medley:

(Ride this train

Ride this train with me to where the great Interstate highways cross the country

A hundred years ago over that very ground long before the roads were there

The lonely pony express rider carried the mail

Then came the stagecoach with people and supplies moving across country

Today carrying on that tradition is the modern mover of America

The 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 board

I got my diesel wound up and she's running like never before

There's a speed zone ahead well alright I don't see a car in sight

Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well my rig's a little old but that don't mean she's slow

There's a flame from her stack and the smoke's blowing black as coal

My home town is coming in sight if you think I'm happy you're right

Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

(Sixteen forward gears diesel smoke trailing in the wind

Eighteen tyres checked and singing on the pavement

Five thousand miles to cover three weeks away from home

And it's work Mister it demands the best

And whether your run is on Interstate 70 or hauling freight down the eastern seaboard

If you're a gear jammer you know there ain't no easy runs)

THERE AIN'T NO EASY RUN

(Tom T. Hall - Dave Dudley)

« © '68 Newkeys Music, BMI / Unichappell Music, BMI »

I was sittin' in the terminal waitin' for my load

When a greenhorn driver came in off of the road

I heard him tell that foreman get my little pink slip

This run is too tough and I'm gonna quit

Now the foreman that day happened to be old Joe

Man he was older than time

He said son how long you been driving this rig

You know I've drove all shapes forms fashions and kinds

And here you are worried about this one little trip

Why I've drove a million miles and then some

He looked that greenhorn right in the eye and he said

Boy there ain't no easy runs

I've drove for Roadway Interstate Hopewell Great Lakes

Walford Mac Time Mayflower Freight Lines

Specter Yellow Transit and Western and Gillete

Red Ball Rider North Western Big Seattle

Beaver Bell Hoover McLeans Gateway Motor Freight Transport Pikes

Dixie Ohio Trans American South East Tex Mason Dixon Watkin and Transcon

Wilson Associates got all that driving done

And I tell you boy there ain't no easy run

Said if you got a gal in Texas they'll send you up to Maine

And if you got a gal in New York they'll send you out on the plains

I know what your problem is you got woman trouble son

And I tell you boy there ain't no easy run

I've drove for Navajo Rate Goose DC

North American High Line Baltimore Freight Park

New Mac Curtis Eastern and then NX

Garrett Hayes Federal and ETM

And Neptune Herron Brinks and Sea Lab

First Dudley Dorsey Bekins and Billingham

Cooper Detroit Jones and American too

Nightway and Central Standard and Boston Sue

Yunham Buckingham got all that driving done

And I tell you boys there ain't no easy run

I've drove for United Acme Tanksley and Shaw

Grammar Atlas Strickland and Docks

Atlantic Owens Karin and Bullman H & H Murphy Field and Mohawk

Skill Skags got all the driving done

And I tell you boys there ain't no easy run

Ain't no easy run

(The next time you see a big semi roaring down the highway

Remember the man at the wheel has a great heritage in America

Like the Pony Express rider the stagecoach driver and the wagon master of old

No matter what the weather no matter where the road

He's the man that delivers the goods

And whatever you eat tonight whatever you wear wherever you sleep

Remember it's very likely that it was a trucker

That 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 high

I sail a twenty ton schooner with the will of do or die

And my cargo must go through to the port that waits for me

I live on luck for I drive a truck I'm a sailor on a concrete sea

So here's to the unsung hero though he don't make history

From coast to coast let's drink a toast

To the sailor on a concrete sea the sailor on a conrete sea

(Take it easy truckers there ain't no easy run)

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(Most of my people and the people I knew back home

Made their greatest accomplishments in this life

By hard work with their two bare hands

When a fella has given life a good grind and is lying on his dying bed

With his hands folded crossed his chestbone

Feeling the last pumping of his innard workings

One of his good folks ought to raise up his head a tad

And let him take one fadin' look through his eyes once again at his own two hands

And he ought to be proud in his head if he can say

Concernin' them hands that all their lying by has been laid by proper

And that's a bunch of times I have done somethin' pretty good with 'em)