When I pulled Big Mac into the yard today, they told me old Joe was dead.But you know, he was once a hell of a driver, and I remember what old Joe said.I'm not a truck-driving man anymore.They claim I'm too old, and now I sweep them off the floors.They say that younger drivers aren't prone to have a wreck.But I pushed a rig for 30 years and never had a scrape.But it won't be long for me to wait.I'll drive my truck through heaven's golden gates.With those angels riding with me, we'll make that engine sigh.One diesel smoke on a highway in the sky.I've made the haul from Boston to Frisco on the bay.I've made a lot of detours, and I've been polite each mile of the way.Been a midwife to a stranger, brought new life to this land.But now they say old Joe's too old to be a driving man.But it won't be long for me to wait.I'll drive my truck through heaven's golden gates.With those angels riding with me, we'll make that engine sigh.One diesel smoke on a highway in the sky.One diesel smoke on a highway in the sky.Then one day he said, Johnny, you know sometimes at night I sit and watch those Big Macs rolling by.Boy, it's hard not to turn my head because it makes me want to cry.I know that I'm not going to drive again, but wishing's not a sin.Because I know that soon I'll be up there with my old truck-driving friends.Then it won't be long for me.I'll drive my truck through heaven's golden gates.With those angels driving with me, we'll make that engine sigh.One diesel smoke on a highway in the sky.I'll be blowing diesel smoke on a highway in the sky.Boy, it's hard not to turn my head because it makes me want to cry.