In 1971, Gene Breeden was looking artists for his Portland Limited Records and had
received a song from a mailman, Bob Stanton, entitled Hello, I'm a Truck. Red Simpson crossed paths with Gene in
Vancouver, WA & cut the song which was picked up by Capitol
Hello I'm a truck
You've heard songs about truck drivers
many times their stories told
How they pulled out of Pittsburgh for
six days on the road
About the Feather River Canyon and
climbin' the old grapevine
That old roadhouse down in Texas and the
girls they've left behind
You've heard their tales of daring
and I think that's just fine
But if you can spare a minute well
I'd like to tell you mine
There'd be no truck drivers if it
wasn't for us trucks
No double clutching gear jammin'
coffee drinking nuts
They'll drive their way to glory and
they have all the luck
There'd be no truck drivers if it
wasn't for us trucks
Well there he sits in that cafe
drinking coffee and telling lies
Probably telling 'em how he topped
that hill ten miles back
He ought to tell 'em how he missed a gear
And
that Volkswagen bus full of hippies passed us like I was sitting up on jacks
Or
how we took that curve over on 66
Hadn't been for me hanging on the shoulder
we'd both wound up in the ditch
If we're on time he takes the credit
if we're late I get the blame
Up those hills with shutters open
my stacks are running flame
My tach running red line sucking
diesel from the tanks
I take him south and bring him back
without a word of thanks
So now you've heard my story
and I
guess it's my tough luck
There'd be no truck drivers if it
wasn't for us trucks
There'd be no truck drivers if it
wasn't for us trucks
No double clutching gear jammin'
coffee drinking nuts
They'll drive their way to glory and
they have all the luck
There'd be no truck drivers if it
wasn't for us trucks
Look at him sipping coffee and
flirtin' with that waitress
And where do you think he left me
that's right next to cattle truck (moo)
Why couldn't we have put me next to that
little pink Mack sittin' over there
Gosh, she's got pretty mud flaps, and talk
about stacked, they're both chromed
Well he'll be coming out in a minute
and he'll get that bar
And he'll go around and beat
on my tires
You know for two pints of diesel
I'd
have a flat on the inside dual
Ha, that'd fix him
I never did like
the way he drives anyhow
Thinks he's God's gift to waitresses
he never gives 'em a tip
Well I know what he's gonna do now
He's gonna take out
The tape cartridge of Buck Owens
and play it again
I don't know why he don't get a
Merle Haggard tape
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