Bobby Bare - World's Last Truck Drivin' Man lyrics

The year is two thousand and eighty And hardly a highway remains Gone are the days of the diesel And songs about wrecks in the rain The Macs and MacLeans have all rusted away The Harvesters rot in the sand And in a deserted truck stop sits Tennessee Thompson The world's last truck drivin' man He lit up the world's last Lucky Got his last cup of coffee refilled Then he stared at the sky for one final high Took the world's last little white pill He said world you are losin' your truckers And your s**ers do not give a damn You're freightin' in space and there just ain't no place For a hard ridin' truck drivin' man The world's last truck drivin' man His left arm is losin' its tan The rest all went broke and just went up in smoke He's the world's last truck drivin' man Then he sat there and drank to old mem'ries And Doreen sat there dryin' his tears Doreen was the world's last truck stoppin' waitress She was weary and worn with the years So he put his last dime in the world's last jukebox For the lady he'd loved for so long And there in that deserted truck stop they danced To the world's last truck drivin' song Then he climbed up inside his ol' semi And Doreen she crawled up at his side He shifted it down and the diesel's sad sound Said this is your last homeward ride So he whispered 10-4 to her and the Lord As the microphone fell from his hand And he came to the exit marked Tennessee Thompson The world's last truck drivin' man He was high ballin' straight through them bright pearly gates When behind in the dust of his rig Come the wailin' siren of ol' Smokey McKenzie The world's last interstate pig Hear 'em roar see 'em fly past the clouds through the sky On that highway that don't have an end But you know that's heaven for Tennessee Thompson The world's last truck drivin' man and Doreen The world's last truck drivin' man 10-4 and gone