Lyrics

Truck Stop Mama
Greenberg/Harpeth Rising

Paper said the plant's been closed
Took all the jobs down to Mexico
The boys down there need the work, you know
Well I hope this winter don't break too cold
Willie's worried he might lose the house
Fell behind when his back gave out
And Janie's kind of wishing she had stayed at home
Instead of letting little Petey raise himself alone

Why, oh why? It tears you up inside
I will just keep rolling to that big Montana sky

I got a truck stop mama to keep me warm
I got Jesus here beside me keeping me from harm
You know I'm so damn tired I can hardly smile
I gotta keep rollin', I need the miles
I'm rollin'
Yes I'm rollin' down these long and lonesome roads

Big John Henry finally lost the farm
To a pin-stripped bankster called a neo-con
Crawled into a bottle, now Loretta's gone
And the big machine keeps grinding on
Took the house where he was born
Put up a super-sized Walmart store
Offered him a job shaking hands at the door
But I guess Big John couldn't take no more

Why, oh why? It tears you up inside
I will just keep rolling to that big Montana sky

I got a truck stop mama keeping me warm
I got Jesus here beside me keeping me from harm
You hear breaker one nine, boys I guess I'm done
Another big truck runs into the sun
I'm rollin'
Yes I'm rollin' down these long and lonesome roads

The cars were lined up two miles back
With the head lights blazing and the flags half mast
It's another young boy, home at last
That's not the way they wanted him back
And the big man shouting bring it on
From a bomb shelter underneath the white house lawn
There all having a laugh, they're all drinkin' champaign
They're all gettin' paid but guess who pays

Why, oh why? It makes you sick inside
I will just keep rolling to that big Montana sky

I got a truck stop mama keeping me warm
I got Jesus here beside me keeping me from harm
It's a black iced night and my lines are froze
But I'm countin' on this cat to get me home
I'm rollin'
Yes I'm rollin' down these long and lonesome roads

I could tell you the story about Mary's old man
She ain't slept right since he's out on the lamb
Mary she's gonna try again, you know she's still got eyes that will let you in
Sweet Mary, they call her truck stop trash
Said she'd do anything for cash
Had to give it up to the cops for free
But I know she's gonna make an honest man out of me

Why, oh why? I ain't even gonna try
I will just keep rolling to that big Montana sky

I got a truck stop mama to keep me warm
I got Jesus here beside me keeping me from harm
I'm gonna quite the truck but it ain't no good
There's always gonna be a little diesel in my blood
Rollin'
Yes I'm rollin' down these long and lonesome roads

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