Song Description

A country story song about a man who decides to make the world a happy place by becoming a truck driver and hauling junk food

Lyrics

Here comes bubba with his pecker in his hand
He's a one-ball man and we're off to the rodeo

Hey, how's it hangin'? Golly goddam it's good to see you.
My name is Bubba Gene Ladner, and I am happier than a preacher on
pack-a-pew Sunday to be here tonight.
I done hauled my rig up from Eastabuchie Mississippi, left my double-wide, , my guns, my pick-up truck, my coon dogs, my wife, Mertice Idell, my 'leventymillion jillion gobillion youngns....I tell you what, it sure is nice to come to a place where they got more people than I got youngns....

An-ty-hoo

I'd like to tell you a little bit about myself..... but keepin with the country and western tradition, I'd like to do it in song, 'cause all you need is a tune, a rhyme, and a story....kick it Earl.....

When I was just a kid of a boy and still a little green
I remember mama looked at me and she said

"Bubba Jean"

"Right now you are a young'n, but when you're strong and tall
What will you do to make your way?" I said, "Mama, I gotta haul!"

She said, "Whatever else you're haulin down that long and lonesome raoad,
Be sure and listen when I say don't tote a weary load.
'Cause my advise to you, my son, right from the very start,
Is carry things that make folks feel good right here in their heart.

Things like love and joy and happiness." she said, and then she coughed.
She held her chest and gasped for breath and then she just kicked off.
And so my poor dead mama's why I chose for my career haulin
Goo goo clusters, Golden Flakes, and Dixie Beer.

As soon as I was big enough to see above the dash
I got myself a license and I saved up all my cash
I got a rig and now I'm Shift...in' gears haulin

Goo goo clusters, Golden Flakes, and Dixie Beer.

Jay: No matter where it is I go or who it is I meet
I find that folks are all the same way down deep underneath
And all that anybody wants is a little happiness and cheer...so I haul

Goo goo clusters, Golden Flakes, and Dixie Beer..

(Spoken:) Now this is the sad part....ya'll put your hand over your heart.....It'll make you feel good, and make me feel better....

So when I'm feelin down and out, my eyes are filled with tears,
I remember my dead mama, and her words ring in my ears
And I know that she'd be happy that I chose to spend my years haulin'

'Nanner moonpies, haulin R C Cola, haulin
Slim Jim Jerky, haulin Barq's Cream soda, haulin
Skoal tobaccie, haulin Dipsy doodles, haulin

Goo goo clusters, Golden Flakes, and Dixie Beer.. All right!

Copyright 1993 by Keith Thompson