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 rain

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 across country

Today, carrying on that tradition is the modern mover of America

The man behind the wheel, the truck driver

Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh rolling down that eastern sea board

I got my diesel wound up and she's running 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 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 the smoke's blowing black as coal

My home town is coming in sight, if you think I'm happy you're right

Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

16 forward gears, diesel smoke trailing in the wind

18 tires checked and singing on the pavement

Five thousand miles to cover, three weeks away from home

And it's work, mister, it demands the best

And whether your run is on Interstate 70 or hauling 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 driving this rig?"

"You know, I've drove all shapes, forms, fashions and kinds"

"And here you are worried about this one little trip"

"Why, I've 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've drove for Roadway, Interstate, Hopewell, Great Lakes

Walford Mac, Time, Mayflower, Freight Lines

Specter, Yellow Transit, Western and Gillete

Red Ball, Rider, North Western, Big Seattle

Beaver, Bell, Hoover, McLeans, Gateway, Motor Freight, Transport Pikes

Dixie, Ohio, Trans American South, East Tex Mason, Dixon, Watkin and Transcon

Wilson, Associates got all that driving done

And I tell you, boy, there ain't no easy runs

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 your problem is, you got woman trouble, son"

And I tell you, boy, there ain't no easy run

I've drove for Navajo, Rate, Goose, DC

North American, Caroline, Baltimore, Freight Park

New Mac, Curtis, Eastern and then NX

Garrett, Hayes, Federal and ETM

And Neptune, Herron, Brinks and Sea Lab

First Dudley, Dorsey, Bekins and Billingham

Cooper, Detroit, Jones and American, too

Nightway and Central, Standard and Boston Sue

Yunham, Buckingham got all that driving done

And I tell you, boys, there ain't no easy run

I've drove for United, Acme, Tanksley and Shaw

Grammar, Atlas, Strickland and Docks

Atlantic, Owens, Karin and Bullman

H&H, Murphy Field and Mohawk

Skill, Skags got all the driving done

And I tell you, boys, there ain't no easy run

Ain't no easy run

The next time you see a big semi roaring 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 wagon master of old

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, clothers and your bed

Well, my ocean is four lanes wide, my waves are mountain high

I sail a 20 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