Big Mack
I have always been a trucker
I was raised on diesel fumes,
And I smoked two packs of Lucky's
From daybreak to afternoons,
While I ate at roadside diners
From a plate that swam in grease,
And I downed two mugs of coffees
In my cab, the one I leased.
My Big Mack, my eighteen-wheeler
I once drove through western plains,
Then I hauled hogs out of Denver
And I shuttled freight to Maine,
And I kept my eyes wide open
As I popped those purple hearts,
I could feel my heart keep pounding
As I rolled beneath the stars.
It's a great and grand old country
From New York to Idaho,
From the Rockies to Vancouver
And then down to Mexico,
And I've seen Tornado Alley
With a twister coming down,
And then through Louisiana
Where I've stopped, and gone to ground.
I was hauling hogs to Houston
Eighteen hours on the clock,
I was five hours past the limit so
I couldn't fill my Log,
And the Bears were getting hairy
On the highway, going down,
I was too much in a hurry,
Took the rig the back way round.
It was getting on for midnight
And the night was more than black
As I found the off-road highway was
Just nothing but a track,
There were headlights in the distance
So I pulled off to the side,
Thought I'd wait for them to pass me
On that long and lonely ride.
But the lights approached me slowly
And they pinned me in their beam,
As I squinted through the darkness
Not believing what I'd seen,
So I flicked the headlights up again
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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