Modern Trucker
Steven M Bryant
I found this cool track on Unreal_dm’s page and used it for a truckers tune I’ve been wanting to do. I’m afraid a lot of you wont get this one. I did this for some trucker friends of mine. I am an OTR Trucker!
Lyric
South Bound. Hows it look back in the Blue Grass
Clean and green northbound put it in the big hole and gouge on it
I’m making my way back to Michigan again
Twice a week truckin with my friends
I just left my home back in Tennessee
Same old story on channel 19
It aint the same way that it used to be
Truckin sure has changed and its sad to see
I remember when this was so much fun
A brotherhood and we’d get er done
Now there’s no such thing as common courtesy
Cant even get a bear report on my CB
Slow truck in the center lane
Slow truck in the right
I just take the hammerlane
They give me their damned brights
Cause they dont know no better
Thats the way they taught them in school
And when we show them the right way
They just call us old fools
They dont know the rules
Back in the old days when a trucker broke down
A good hand would help him out or take him back to town
We had no automatics we had no GPS
You just grabbed your microphone and we would do the rest
They will never have a truck they can call their own
When their gettin Speeding tickets in the No Fly Zone
Thats the only time they ever get past my truck
Yes they call me the southpaw I’m so sorry bout your luck
62 is fast enough for you Hand
Lyric
South Bound. Hows it look back in the Blue Grass
Clean and green northbound put it in the big hole and gouge on it
I’m making my way back to Michigan again
Twice a week truckin with my friends
I just left my home back in Tennessee
Same old story on channel 19
It aint the same way that it used to be
Truckin sure has changed and its sad to see
I remember when this was so much fun
A brotherhood and we’d get er done
Now there’s no such thing as common courtesy
Cant even get a bear report on my CB
Slow truck in the center lane
Slow truck in the right
I just take the hammerlane
They give me their damned brights
Cause they dont know no better
Thats the way they taught them in school
And when we show them the right way
They just call us old fools
They dont know the rules
Back in the old days when a trucker broke down
A good hand would help him out or take him back to town
We had no automatics we had no GPS
You just grabbed your microphone and we would do the rest
They will never have a truck they can call their own
When their gettin Speeding tickets in the No Fly Zone
Thats the only time they ever get past my truck
Yes they call me the southpaw I’m so sorry bout your luck
62 is fast enough for you Hand