C.w. mccall

She was mud and sand and concrete Mixed with water made a' tears From the rivers runnin' down the Great Divide She was three thousand miles Of rockin', rollin' highway A million mem'ries long and two...

Night rider Well, a-truckin' on the night line, quarter past five Tryin' to get my rig an' me to 'Frisco alive Fog lights up tight, a-givin' me the creeps Just a Winnemucca trucka with a load a' black...

Ev'ry evenin', when the sun goes down And nobody can see me I get my Chevy an' I cruise around Makin' love on my CB I say, "Breaker broker for the Wolfman, baby We lookin' for Red Ridin' Hoods We...

Well, now, pay attention people Just in case you hadn't heard There's some folks messin' 'round With Mother Nature's little world, baby And what they do is really freaky They gets themselves a plane...

Well, I was born in a town called Audubon Southwest Iowa, right where it oughta been Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons, And a feed mill in nineteen-thirty. Had a neon sign, said "Squealer...

Rollin' down the runway Thinkin' 'bout the one-way of my life With another cup of coffee And another lonesome city far behind This old 747 will be flyin' over Heaven One more time And the tears begin...

I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck....

Instrumental

(Gotta keep these wheels) Wheels of fortune rollin' It don't matter where we're goin' East or west or south to Tennessee (Gotta keep these wheels) Wheels of fortune movin' Keep on truckin', keep on...

Come along and sing A song you knew before Come along and sing Once more Come along and live A life you knew before Come along and live Once more Wake with me and feel the misty blue dawn Come hear...