Come Along And Ride This Train (Six Days On The Road/There Ain't No Easy Run/The Sailor On A Concrete Sea) - Live

Come along and ride this train

Come along and ride this train

'Cross the mountains, prairies, reservations, rivers, levees, plains

Come along and ride this train

Ride this train

Ride this train with me to where the great interstate highways cross the country

A hundred years ago, over that very ground, long before the roads were there

The lonely Pony Express rider carried the mail

Then came the stagecoach, with people and supplies moving cross-country

Today, carrying on that tradition, is a modern mover of America, the man behind the wheel

The truck driver

Well, I pulled outta Pittsburgh

Rollin' down that Eastern Seaboard

I got my diesel wound up

And she's runnin' like never before

There's a speed zone ahead, well alright

I don't see a car in sight

Six days on the road

And I'm a gonna make it home tonight

Well, my rig's a little old

But that don't mean she's slow

There's a flame from her stack

And that smoke's blowin' black as coal

My hometown is comin' in sight

If you think I'm a happy, you're right

Six days on the road

And I'm a gonna make it home tonight

Six days on the road

And I'm a gonna make it home tonight

16 forward gears, diesel smoke trailin' in the wind

18 tyres, checked and singin' on the pavement

5000 miles to cover, three weeks away from home

And it's work mister, it demands the best

And whether you're run is on interstate 70, or haulin' freight down the Eastern Seaboard

If you're a gear jammer, you know there ain't no easy runs

I was sittin' in the terminal, waitin' for my load

When a greenhorn driver came in, off the road

I heard him tell that foreman: "Get my little pink slip"

This run is 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 rig?

You know I drove all shapes, forms, fashions and kinds

And here you are worried about this one little trip

Why I drove a million miles, and then some

He looked that greenhorn right in the eye and he said

Boy, there ain't no easy runs

I drove for Roadway, Interstate, Hopewell, Great Lakes

Walford Mac, Time, Mayflower, Freight Line

Specter, Yellow Transit, Western and Gillette

Redball, Rider, Northwestern, Big Seattle

Beaver, Bell, Hoover, McLeans

Gateway, Motor Freight, Transport, Vikes

Dixie, Ohio, Trans American 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 runs"

He said: "If you got a gal in Texas, they'll send you up to Maine"

And if you got a gal in New York, they'll send you out on the plains

I know what you're problem is, you got woman trouble, son

And I tell you boy: "There ain't no easy run"

I drove for Navajo, Rate, Goose, DC

North American, Allied, Baltimore Freight, PIE

Beemac, Curtis, Eastern and NX

Garrett, Ace, Federal and ETM

And Neptune, Hereon, Brinks and Sea Lab

There's Dudley, Dorsey, Bekins and Bellingham

Cooper, Detroit, Jones and American too

Nightway and Central, Standard and Boston Sue

Yunhan and Buckingham, got all that drivin' done

And I'll tell you boys: "There ain't no easy run"

I drove for United, ACME, Tanksley and Shaw

Grammer, Atlas, Strickland and Docks

Atlantic, Owens, Garrett and Beaumont

H&H, Murphy, Teal and Mohawk

Skill, Skaggs and all that drivin' done

And I'll tell you boys: "There ain't no easy run"

Ain't no easy run

The next time you see a big sami rollin' down the highway

Remember, the man at the wheel has a great heritage in America

Like the Pony Express rider, the stagecoach driver and the wagonmaster of all

No matter what the weather, no matter where the road

He's the man that delivers the goods

And whatever you eat tonight, whatever you wear, wherever you sleep

Remember, it's very likely that it was a trucker that brought you your food, clothes and your bed

Well, my ocean is four lanes wide

My waves are moutain high

I sail a twenty ton schooner

With the will of do-or-die

And my cargo must go through

To the port that waits for me

I live on luck, for I drive a truck

I'm a sailor on a concrete sea

So here's to the unsung hero

Though he don't make history

From coast to coast, let's drink a toast

To the sailor on a concrete sea

The sailor on a conrete sea

Take it easy truckers

There ain't no easy run