Truckstop Mama

by david greenberg

Genre: Americana/Country

Lyrics

Truckstop Mama

The paper said the plant’s been closed
took all the jobs down to Mexico
the boys down there need the work ya’ know
I hope this winter don’t break too cold
and Willie’s kinda worried
he might lose the house
fell behind when his back give out
and janie kinda wishes she’d a stayed at home
‘stead letting little PD raise himself alone
why, oh why
it tears ya’ up inside
but I will just keep rollin
to that big Montana sky

Chorus:
I got a truckstop mama to keep me warm
I got jesus here beside me keepin me from harm
I’m so damn tired I can hardly smile
I gotta keep rollin, I need the miles
rollin
down these long and lonesome roads…

Big John Henry finally lost the farm
to a pin-striped bankster called a neo-con
crawled into a bottle now Loretta’s gone
and the big machine keeps grinding on
They dozed the house where he was born
put up a supersize big Wal-Mart store
offered him a job shakin hands at the door
I guess Big John couldn’t take no more

Chorus:
I got a truckstop mama to keep me warm
I got Jesus here beside me keepin me from harm
hear breaker one nine boys i guess i’m done
and another big truck runs into the sun
rollin
down these long and lonesome roads…

the cars were lined up two miles back
headlights blazin and the flags half-mast
another young boy home at last
that’s not the way they wanted him back
and the big man shouting bring it on
from bomb shelter underneath the White House lawn
having a laugh they’re all drinkin champagne
all getting paid, but guess who pays

Chorus:
I got a truckstop mama keepin me warm
and Jesus right beside me keepin me from harm
it’s a black-ice night and my lines are froze
I’m countin on this cat for to get me home
rollin
down these long and lonesome roads…

I could tell you the story about Mary’s old man
she ain’t slept right since he’s out on the lam
but Mary, she’s going to try again
She’s still got eyes that will let you in
Sweet Mary
They call her truck-stop trash
said she’d do anything for cash
Had to give it up to the cops for free
But I know she’s gonna make an honest man outta me

Chorus:
Why, oh why
I ain’t even going to try
But I will just keep rollin to that Big Montana sky
I got a truck-stop mama keepin me warm
And Jesus right beside me keepin me from harm
I say I’m gonna quit the truck but it ain’t no good
I guess there’s always gonna be a little diesel in my blood
Rollin
Down these long and lonesome roads

David G. Greenberg
1518 N. Cook st.,
Paoli, IN., 47454
812-723-5161
812-322-2553
wildagreen@yahoo.com

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