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Ry Cooder - Dying Truck Driver Ry Cooder - Dying Truck Driver |
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CAPO 5. FRET
C We made our way up 99 in the F springtime of the C year
The San Joaquin was all in bloom andD songbirds everyGwhere
We C chanced upon a workingman F lying by the C road
I judged him for a truck driver by the G clothes that he C wore
We drew some nearer to him then, inquiring of his name
“Well, here’s three little angels come down for to carry me home
Then, bear me up to Jesus now, my Savior I shall see
You ain’t no regular angels boys, but that’s alright by me.”
Then Lefty, stepping forward, addressed the dying man
Saying, “We’re no angels brother but we’ll do all we can.
What cowards set upon you, sir, and dealt the fatal blow?
We’ll pull out every working man from here to Ohio.”
“It was no vigilante gang, nor ranch boss thugs this time,
But the meatloaf special dinner I had on highway 99
A comely waitress served me there, she cooled me with her fan,
But fatal meatloaf has struck down this old truck driving man.”
Then Lefty reached down in his bag saying, “You ain’t dying friend,
Just take a drink of whiskey now, you’ll feel alright again.”
All through the night we lingered there and passed that bottle round
We hauled aboard at sunrise, lit out for Frisco town.
Now, the workingman must be well warned whenever headlines scream
“Your rights must yield, the bombs must fall to save democracy.”
The flag they fly, their stew of lies served up at voting time
Like poison under the gravy on highway 99
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