Farewell To The Road

Well ol' truck this is our farewell to the road

I guess we're both out of style

I could sell ye but I don't need the money

You sure don't need the miles

That doctor says I gotta get off the road

He tells me my eyes are sick

And they won't let you run when you get too old

That windshield gets too thick

We made many a run together ol' truck

Sometimes when I had me no help

I think I slept right behind that wheel

You just kept driving yourself

Hey we had some swingers ol' timer

Like that gal from Tennessee

She rode with us pretty near six hundred miles

Ha that seat was warm for a week

Oh yeah, I gave that radio on to Jim Smith

You know that sure was a dandy thing

I'm gonna miss Ralph and Mike and Bill

And all them boys

And hearin' them country people sing

And every time I shave I see that scar that I picked up in Abilene

That gal was about as pretty as a summer night

But that boy that was with her he was awful mean

Well ol' timer I gotta be goin'

And I'll drink to you down at the bar

You know it's gonna take me a month or two

To get used to drivin' this car

Now this lot is yours as long as you want it

And I'll see you every two or three weeks

And maybe this just ain't the proper thing to say

But here's hopin' you rust in peace

Farewell to the road, farewell to the road