I was sittin' in the terminal, waitin' for my load, when a green horn driver came in off of the road.
I heard him tell that foreman, get my little pink slip, this run's too tough and I'm gonna quit.
Now the foreman that day happened to be old Joe, man, he was older than time.
He said, son, how long you been drivin' this ring?
You know, I drove all shapes, forms, fashion and kind.
Here you are worryin' about this one little trip?
Why, I drove a million miles and then some.
He looked that green horn right in the eye and said, boy, there ain't no easy run.
I drove far, old way, interstate, Southwell to Great Lakes.
Overnight, town, Mayflower and Freightline.
Spectre, Yellow Transit, Western, Gillette.
Grip, Ballrider, Northwestern, Big CF.
Beaver, Bell, Hoover and McLean's.
Gateway, Motor Freight, Transport and Bikes.
Dixie, Ohio, Transamerican South.
East, Tex, Mason, Dixon, Watkins and Transcon.
Wilson, Associates, got all that drivin' done.
And I'll tell you, boy, there ain't no easy run.
Now if you got a gal in Texas, they'll send you up to Maine.
You got a gal in New York, they'll send you out to the plains.
I know what your problem is, you got a woman in trouble, son.
But like I said, there ain't no easy run.
I drove on Navajo, Grady, Bruce, D.C.
North American Allies, called on motor freight and pie.
VMAC, Curtis, Eastern and MX.
Garrett, Ace, Federal and BTMF.
Neptune and Heron, Briggs and Sealab.
Hurst Dudley, Dorsey, Beacons and Cullingham.
Cooper, McCrory, Jones and American II.
Acme and Central and Standard.
Boston, Seward and United, Buckingham.
Got all that drivin' done.
And I'll tell you, boy, there ain't no easy run.
I've got Backward, Forward, Uphill, Downhill.
Chills, Spills, Drills, Pills.
How about Atlas, Kramer, Alabama Highway Express.
Murphy, Line, Long, Harrison, General, Strickland, Eaglin, Keene.
How about Detroit on a Friday afternoon.
That's something else, too, in Atlantic.
Daly, Ray, Wheaton, Rockwell, Gilbert.
Man, there ain't no easy run, son.