The highways that wind and wander over mountains and valleys, deserts and plains, I guess I
drove about all of them, because for the past 25 years now, the cab of the truck has been
in my home. It would be kind of hard for me to settle down and not to be on the go.
Well, I remember the first truck I drove, I was so proud I could hardly wait to get home.
My little boy was so excited, like when he saw his first snow, and he wasn't quite old
enough to say too many words, so he just kept hollering, giddy-up-go, daddy, giddy-up-go.
So that's why I named the old truck Giddy-Up-Go.
Ah, things wasn't too bad, of course I was gone a lot. After about six years, I got home
one day and found my wife and little boy gone. I couldn't find out what happened, nobody
seemed to know. So from that day on, it's been me and Giddy-Up-Go. I've made a lot of
friends at all the truck stops, and some of them would kid me about my little sign. Of
course, they knew where I got the name, because I told about all of them, but I named it after
a little boy of mine. And now his first words was about the truck. He always said, Giddy-Up-Go.
Today I was barreling down old 66, went up beside me, pulled a brand new diesel rig,
both stacks blowing black as coal. And as he pulled around and back in front of me,
a big lump came to my throat, and my eyes watered.
It looked like I had a code, a little sign on the back of the truck that read, Giddy-Up-Go.
Well, I pushed on Giddy-Up, and stayed right on it until the next truck stop where he pulled
up. I waited until he went in, and I offered to buy him a cup. Well, he got to talking,
and I said, how did you come by that name on your truck, Giddy-Up-Go? Well, he said,
I got it from my pop. Dad used to drive a truck. That's what Mom talked about a lot.
You see, I lost my mom when I was just 16, and I lost all track of my pop. Mom said he
got the name for me. I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him
to see. I took him out to the old truck and brushed off some of the dirt so the name would
show.
And his eyes got big and bright, and he said, Giddy-Up-Go.
Well, we had a lot of things to talk about, and buddy, I felt like a king. And now we've
just pulled back out on old 66, and he handled that rig better than any gear jammer that
I ever seen. Well, now the lines on the highway have got a much brighter glow as we go roaring
down the road, and me staring at a little sign that reads, Giddy-Up-Go.
Well, that's it, folks.

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