I Drive a Truck
by Pat Darnell
I drive a truck
that's got something written
...on the side
I drive a truck
it's got something written
...on the side
It says Micro Mickey's
Double D-D's
Carpet Cleaning
Specialties and Supplies
Honk if you like.. it says...
if you like the way I drive
I drive a truck
wid' that written
on the side
I got no where
to go that
I can really hide
Mickey thinks its funnyI might drive to Alabama
I don't see it all that way
he don't have to drive it
like I drive it around all day...
I might drive to Oceanside
I might drive to Odessa
Or Columbus, Ohi'
Or maybe Argentina;
People allus' honkin' at me
...nowhere can I hide, in'a
truck with them things...
...written on the side
if you see me out a truckin'
remember how I...
...remember how I ride
please don't...
please don't honk at me
when you read...
...when you read what's
written on the side.
Lot's of trucks goin' by
...going by all day and night
"You the only one I can trust
with all those supplies..."
Says Mickey D D to my cries.
Blue, silver-tan; green and white
lot's of trucks going by
I'm feelin' so uptight....
Some of them got something...
something written on their side...
I drive D-D's truck...
...cannot shuck ya and jive...
cannot lay down dirty and die--
You know Mickey: I cannot tell you lies
I sure am wishin' that I was not denied...
'sure wish I could,
...could a' instead a' drive --
Could a' instead a' drive
a Harley Davidson Electra Glide
Lawd a'mercy... Lawd alive--
please deliver me, Lawd
...deliver me from this
...this delivery truck I drive
wi' all that mess
...all that mess,
written up on its side.
[Endorsed by The P Darnell and Arthur T Reading Rainbow Write at least one Poem a Week Coalition 1986 - 2009]
4 comments:
I'm boycotting Bob Dylan. "If I die on top of the hill,"
I will sing like the whippoorwill ....
"Winter is coming ... when your train gets lost,"
I ain't complainin'
...But Bobby boy
if you're still standin'
...We'll crown you
King of Pop...
Yep. Last one standing
follows the moon
into the sea
n' wins a ride
on the whippletree...
Me and BD Augmented lyrics - Mouth Harp Breaks
It's no go the little Jewish guy, no the train song...
Did you mean to write: "It is no go the hebrew carpenter, no to the truck song?"
Sorry if I have a hard time with your wit and parlay, there Mac the Niece.
::come again. pdnf
AAAAh. brilliant... !!
Frederick Louis MacNeice (12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963) was an Irish poet and playwright. He was part of the generation of "thirties poets" which included W. H. Auden, Stephen Spender and C. Day Lewis; nicknamed "MacSpaunday" as a group — a name invented by Roy Campbell, in his Talking Bronco (1946). His body of work was widely appreciated by the public during his lifetime, due in part to his relaxed, but socially and emotionally aware style. Never as overtly (or simplistically) political as some of his contemporaries, his work shows a humane opposition to totalitarianism as well as an acute awareness of his Irish roots.
He wrote in the introduction to his Autumn Journal:
“ Poetry in my opinion must be honest before anything else and I refuse to be 'objective' or clear-cut at the cost of honesty.
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