Old Sam

Old Sam good old Sam his truck drivin' days are almost gone

You laughed at ole Sam who just walked out the door

He's been coffeeing up here for fifteen years or more

You won't want to listen well the coffee's on the house so you're stuck

Fifty mission caps and boots don't make a man safe in a truck

The same goes for fancy belt buckles and chain drive pocketbooks

The man ain't born that can tell another man's talent by his looks

Now I don't suppose those overalls did impress you a lot

Or that cold and useless arm the old man's got

That arm's gone because he jack-knified a rig in the fog

You see there was a child walkin' in the road searchin' for his lost dog

If someone needs help on the road well ole Sam's always ready

Oh they don't need to be female waiting all smiles young and pretty

He picks up every hitchhiker Sam says nobody's all bad

Well up to date seven of 'em's rolled him for every dime he had

You see there's more to drivin' a truck than gettin' from here to there

Ole Sam's a trucker's truck driver well they're mighty rare

Well my friend I hope you get the message that clothes don't make the man

Cause if every a man had the right to wear those clothes it's ole Sam

You may fill out ole Sam's shoes before your drivin' days are through

But you'll do a whole lot of livin' fore you do

To the folks who know him he's a lot more than just ole Sam

He's the blueprint the Lord used to make the truck drivin' man

Old Sam his truck driving days are almost gone