lp discography - covers & lyrics

1.

LOOKING AT THE WORLD THROUGH A WINDSHIELD

(Jerry Chesnut - Mike Hoyer) « © '69 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Well when I was just a little bitty kid
I remember one time mama said
Daddy sends you all his love from Frisco Bay
I didn't understand til I was grown
Why my daddy didn't spend a little time at home
Instead of runnin' around the country that a way

Whoah I'm lookin' at the world through a windshield
And I see everything in a little bit different light
I got a sweet little thing I'm a wantin' to see in Nashville
And I'm down around Dallas and I roll on south tonight

Long strips of rubber that you see
Were burnt off of this rig by the likes of me
And they'll rot along the highways in this land
I'm gonna sign my name in this diesel smoke
And let the ones that come along behind me choke
And try to beat this pace I'm a settin' the time they can

Whoah I'm a lookin' at the world through a windshield...

Well I've pushed this rig throught sleet and rain
And I've driven throught the rough terrain
Of the Rockys to the docks of old LA
On down that old Pacific shore
I swing north and run for Baltimore
Or somewhere bout two thousand miles away

Whoah I'm lookin through the world through a windshield...
And I'm down around Dallas and roll on south tonight
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2.

GIDDY UP GO

(Red Sovine - Tommy Hill) « © '65 Fort Knox Music, BMI / Trio Music, BMI »
The highways that wind and wander o'er mountain and valleys
Deserts and plains
I guess I've drove about all of 'em cause for the past 25 years now
The cab of a truck has been my home
And it'd be kinda hard for me to settle down and not be on the go
Why I remember the first truck I drove
I was so proud I could hardly wait to get home
To show my wife and my little boy
And my little boy was so excited like so when he saw his first snow
He wasn't old enough to say too many words
He just kept hollering goddyup go daddy giddyup go
So that's what I named the old truck Giddyup go
Oh things wasn't too bad of course I's gone a lot
And after about six years I got home one day
And found my wife and little boy gone
I couldn't find out what happened nobody seemed to know
So from that day on it's been me and old Giddyup go
I've made a lot of friends at all the truck stops
And some of 'em would kick me aabout my litle sign
Of course they knew where I got the name
Cause I told 'em about that little boy of mine
And how his first word about that old truck was Giddyup go
Today I was barrelin' down old 66
When up beside me pulled down a brand new diesel rig
Both stacks of blowin' black coal
And as she pulled around and back in front of me
A big ole lump came in my throat
And my eyes watered like I had a bad old cold
A little sign on the back of the truck that read Giddyup go
Well I pushed old Giddyup go stayed right on him
Until the next truck stop where he'd pulled up
I waited till he went in and I offered to buy him a cup
Well we got to talkin' shop and I said
Now did you come by the name on your truck Giddyup go
Well he said I got it from my pop
Dad used to drive a truck that's what mom talked about a lot
You see I lost mom when I was just past sixteen
And I lost all track of pop mom said he got the name from me
I shook his hand and told him
That I had something I wanted him to see
I took him out to the old truck
And brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show
And his eyes got big and bright as he read Giddyup go
Oh we had a lot of things to talk about and buddy I felt like a king
And now we've just pulled back on old 66
And he's handled that big rig
Better than any gearjammer that I'd ever seen
Well now the lines on the highway
Have got much brighter glow as we go roarin' down the road
And me starin' at a little sign that reads Giddyup go
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3.

DIESEL ON MY TAIL

(Jim Fagan) « © '66 Francis And Marvin Music, BMI / Hank's Music, BMI »
I just pulled onto the highway in my little foreign car
Well it's rainin' and the road is really bad
Never saw that big ole diesel but I heard him hit the air
I got a feeling that I might have made him mad

There's a diesel on my tail a making ninety miles an hour
And my reflection in my mirror is mighty pale
I can hear St Peter calling I can almost smell the flowers
Can this compact take the impact there's a diesel on my tail

Well he closed the gap between us pushed the pedal on the floor
He's makin' ninety in that big ole diesel truck
Hear the names he's callin' me above the engine's roar
And the words won't be found in Webster's book

There's a diesel on my tail...

Well I'm huffin' and a puffin' as I try to make the grade
And I wish I had some pedals on this car
Then I'm slippin' and a slidin' and afraid to touch the brake
For this doodle bug could never stand the jar

There's a diesel on my tail...

Well I'm slippin' and a slidin' tryin' to hold it in the road
And I tell you I just got to win this race
While I'm tremblin' and a shakin' he's a pourin' on the coal
So close that I can steal his licence plate

There's a diesel on my tail...
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4.

ONE TRACK MIND

(Bill Eldridge - Gary Stewart) « © '68 Forrest Hills Music, BMI / Acuff-Rose Music, BMI »
Hello baby how's your love life do you mind if I set down
If you're lookin' for some action a little satisfaction sweet thang here I am
So come on move a little closer put your hand in mine
Cause I'm the son of a railroad bum I've got a one track mind

I didn't mean to keep you draggin' but daddy didn't raise no fool
I like a runnin' with the women it's the first thing I learned to do
So ask me what's my pleasure I'll take a woman everytime
Cause I'm the son of a railroad bum I've got a one track mind

We'll turn this whole town upside down like a hound dog after a bone
Got a pocket full of money listen here honey ain't no tellin' when we'll get home
So come on let's a get with it baby don't waste no time
Cause I'm the son of a railroad bum I've got a one track mind
[ guitar ] We'll turn this whole town upside down...
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5.

LAST RUN TO MEMPHIS

(Jerry Chesnut - Del Reeves) « © '68 Tree Publishing, BMI »
I've made my last run to Memphis I won't be going back there
I've made my last trip to Memphis all this time to find that she don't care

On my first trip through Memphis at a diner known as Hungry Joe's Cafe
I stopped for one cup of coffee and she caught my eye the way she walked away
And when we matched for the jukebox funny thing she seemed to always win
But she just smiled and took my money and played the same song time and time again

I've made my last run to Memphis...

Then it seemed all roads led through Memphis so many times I've gone out of my way
Just to see that sweet thing in Memphis and set a spell at Hungry Joe's Cafe
Fom Jacksonville to New Orleans northbound on a road called Natchez Trace
While I kept them big wheels rollin' a double clutchin' disel took my place

I've made my last run to Memphis...
All this time to find that she don't care
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6.

TRUCK DRIVIN' SON OF A GUN

(Dixie Dean - Robert A. King) « © '65 Shelby Singleton Music, BMI »
I got a cute little gal in every eastern town from Boston to St Louis
There's some that I don't even know but I'm looking forward to
Cause I like my women everywhere I go
So roll on big wheels don't you roll so slow

Peggy Ann is a waitin' in Memphis and Betty Lou in Maine
I got a gal in Knoxville town but man I forgot her name
But not her figure oh I remember that
I'm a kiss stealin' a wheelin' deelin' a truck drivin' son of a gun

There goes Joe a flying low making up his time
But where I sit I don't believe you'd say I'm wastin' mine
I'm movin' faster than a Jimmy-8
If you think I'm losin' time you're runnin' late

I got a steady little baby a waitin' waitin' back home for me
There are six more towns to go till I'm back in Tennessee
And six more women oh at least I know
Yeah I'm a kiss stealin' wheelin' deelin' a truck drivin' son of a gun
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7.

HIGHWAY 40

(Jerry Chesnut) « © '68 Tree Publishing, BMI »
I'm headin' east on Highway 40 just pulled out of Memphis Tennessee
I'd head west for California but Music city's home sweet home to me
I left New Orleans a loaded a plenty just stopped off in Memphis to unload
I'll be in Nashville by 9:20 if I can hold this big rig on the road

Slowest highway in the nation seems I'm just crawlin' along
Guess it must be my imagination just because that I'm on my way home
[ guitar ] Cotton fields a flyin' right on by me rollin' hills lie just ahead of me
And if all this fallin' rain don't blind me I'll spend the night in Nashville Tennessee
Just cross the Tennessee River I got a gal that's waitin' up for me
And the love only I can give her waitin' up in Nashville Tennesse

Slowest highway in the nation...
just because that I'm on my way home
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8.

GEAR BUSTIN' SORT OF A FELLER

(Bobby Braddock) « © '68 Tree Publishing, BMI »
Five hundred miles to Memphis Tennessee
How in the (grrr) am I gonna make it there by three
You'd better move over when you hear this disel beller
I'm a double clutchin' scale jumpin' mile makin' tail
Gatin' dollar dodgin' line crossin' coffee drinkin' pin ballin'
Jack knifin' fog timin' wind jammin' lake runnin'
Gear bustin' sort of a feller

There's a pretty little waitress at a truck stop in Birmingham
But I went away and that really throws a monkey wrench in her plans
It's really gonna break her heart when I have to tell her next time baby
I'm a double clutchin' scale jumpin' mile makin' tail
Gatin' dollar dodgin' line crossin' coffee drinkin' pin ballin'
Jack knifin' fog timin' wind jammin' lake runnin'
Gear bustin' sort of a feller

That siren holdin' me up half an hour
He's a pokin' along with two hundred eighty horse power
You'd better mover over when you hear this disel beller
Cause I'm a double clutchin' scale jumpin' mile makin' tail
Gatin' cop dodgin' line crossin' coffee drinkin' pin ballin'
Jack knifin' fog timin' wind jammin' lake runnin'
Gear bustin' sort of a feller

Dad blame site seers get off the road I gotta be in Alanta by 8:30
What's that man doin' on a tractor you son of Saturdary afternoon drivers
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9.

YOU CAN'T HOUSEBREAK A TOMCAT

(Bill Eldridge - Gary Stewart) « © '68 Forrest Hills Music, BMI / Acuff-Rose Music, BMI »
Well you try chainin' me down from gettin' my kicks
But you oughta know you can't teach an old cat new tricks
It's plain to see that I'm the prowling kind
You can't housebreak a tomcat with tomcattin' on his mind

Well I've been accused of liking variety
But I guess that proves there's nothing wrong with me
A man can't wear the same shoes all the time
You can't housebreak a tomcat with tomcattin' on his mind

I'm going to the city to meet a little kitty in a sandbox way downtown
Watch the cat hair fly if mama passes by and catches me out cattin' around
There's gotta be the more than one way to skin a cat
Baby you try skinnin' this with a baseball bat
With eight lives gone I'm workin' on number nine
You can't housebreak a tomcat with tomcattin' on his mind
[ guitar ] I'm going to the city to meet a little kitty...
You can't housebreak a tomcat with tomcattin' on his mind
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10.

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's 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 drivin' this rig
I drove all shapes forms fashions and kinds
And here you are worried about this one little trip
Why I drove a million miles and then some
He looked that greenhorn right in the eye
And he said boy there ain't no easy run

I drove for Roadway Interstate Gotwell Great Lake's
Hoffermack and Time Mayflower and Freigh Line
Specter Yellow Transit Western and Gillete
Redball Rider North Western Big Seattle
Beaver Bell Hoover and McLeans
Gateway Motor Freight Transport Pikes
Dixie Ohio Trans American South
East Tex Mason Dixon Watkin and Transcon
Wilson Associate got all that drivin' done
I'll tell you boy there ain't no easy run

If you got a gal in Texas they'll send you up to Maine
If you got a gal in New York they'll send you out to the plains
I know what your problem is you got woman trouble son
Well like I said there ain't no easy run

I drove for Navajo Rate Goose DC
North American Airlight Chicago Motor Freight Line
Yuma Curtis Eastern and NX
Garrett Ace Federal and ETM
And Neptun and Herron Brinks and Sea Lab
Dudley Dorsey Bekins and Billingham
Cooper Detroit Jones American too
Nightmay and Central Standard and Boston Sue
And Yunhan and Buckingham got all that drivin' done
And I'll tell you boy there ain't no easy run

I went backward foreward uphill downhill chills spills thrills and pills
And how bout Atlas
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11.

SIX DAYS ON THE ROAD

(Earl Green - Carl Montgomery) « © '58 Southern Arts Music, BMI »
Well I pulled out of Pittsburgh a rollin' down that Eastern Sea board
I got my diesel wound up and she's runnin' like a never before
There's a speed zone ahead alright I don't see a cop in sight
Six days on the road and I'm a gonna make it home tonight

I got ten forward gears and George overdrive
Taking little white pills and my eyes are open wide
I just passed a Jimmy in white I been passin' everything in sight
Six days on the road and I'm a gonna make it home tonight

Well that ICC is checkin' on down the line
Well I'm a little overweight and my log book's way behind
But nothin' bothers me tonight I could dodge all the scales alright
Six days on the road and I'm a gonna make it home tonight

Well it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye
I could have a lotta women but I'm not like some other guys
I could find one to hold me tight I could never make believe it's alright
Six days on the road and I'm a gonna make it home tonight

Oh my rig's a little old but that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame from my stack and she's a blowin' black as coal
My hometown's a comin' in sight if you think I'm a happy you're right
Six days on the road and I'm a gonna make it home tonight
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12.

PHANTOM 309

(Tommy Faile) « © '67 Fort Knox Music, BMI / Trio Music, BMI »
I was out on the west coast trying to make a buck
Things didn't work out I was kinda down on my luck
Got tired of roaming and bumming around
So I started thumbing back east toward my hometown
Made a lot of miles the first two days
I figured I'd be home in a week if my luck held this way
But the third night I got stranded way outside of town
At a cold lonely crossroad rain was pouring down
I was hungry and I was freezing done caught a chill
When the lights of a big semi topped the hill
Lord I was sure glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I climbed in that cab where I knew it would be warm
At the wheel there sat a big man he weighed about 2-10
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
Big Joe's the name I told him mine
He said the name of my rig's Phantom 309
I asked him why he called his rig such a name
He said son this old Mack can put 'em all to shame
There ain't no driver or a rig running any line
That's seen nothing but tail lights from Phantom 309
We rode and talked the best part of the night
When the lights of a truck stop came in sight
He said I'm sorry son this is as far as you go
Cause I gotta make another turn just on up the road
He tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
And said have yourself a hot cup old Big Joe
When Joe and his rig roared out in the night
In nothing flat he was clean out of sight
I went inside and ordered me a cup
Told the waiter Big Joe was setting me up
You could've heard a pin drop
It got deathly quiet and the waiter face turned kinda white
Did I say something wrong I said with a half way grin
He said no this happens every now and then
Every driver in here knows Big Joe
But son let me tell you what happened bout ten years ago
At the crossroads tonight where you flagged him down
There was a bus full of kids a comin' from town
They were right in the middle when Joe tapped the hill
It could have been slaughter but he turned his wheels
Joe lost control went into a skid
Gave his own life to save that bunch of kids
And there at the crossroads was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But every now and then some higher'll come by
And like you Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
Here have another cup and forget about that dime
Keep it as a souvenir from Big Joe and Phantom 309
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