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Harry Chapin - Thirty Thousand Pounds of Bananas
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It was just after dark when the truck started down
The hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania
Carryin' thirty thousand pounds
Of bananas
Carryin' thirty thousand pounds, hit it, Big John
Of bananas
He was a young driver, just out on his second job
And he was carryin' the next day's pasty fruits
For everyone in that coal-scarred city
Where children play without despair
In backyard slag piles, and folks manage to eat each day
About thirty thousand pounds
Of bananas
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds, scream it again, John
Of bananas
He passed a sign that he should have seen
Sayin', "Shift to low gear or 50-dollar fine, my friend"
He was thinkin' perhaps about the warm-breath woman
Who was waitin' at the journey's end
He started down the two-mile drop
The curvin' road that wound from the top of the hill
He was pushin' on through the shortenin' miles that ran down to the depot
Just a few more miles to go
Then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away
And the smell of thirty thousand pounds
Of bananas
Yes, the smell of thirty thousand pounds
Of bananas
He was pickin' up speed as the city spread
Its twinkling lights below him
But he paid no heed as the shiverin' thoughts
Of the night's delights went through him
His foot nurse the brakes to slow him down
But the pedal floored easy without a sound
He said, "Christ!"
It was funny how he had named the only man
Who could save him now
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide
Riding on his fear-hunched back
With every one of those yellow-green
I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds
Of bananas
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds
Of bananas
He barely made the sweepin' curve
That led into the steepest grade
And he missed the thankful passing bus
At 90 miles an hour
And he said, "God, make it a dream"
As he rode his last tread down
He said, "God, make it a dream"
As he rode his last tread down
And he sideswiped 19 'neath parked cars
Clipped off 13 telephone poles
Hit two houses, bruised eight trees
And blew-crossed seven people
It was then he lost his head
Not to mention an arm or two before he stopped
And he smeared for four hundred yards
Along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania
All those thirty thousand pounds
Of bananas
You know the man who told me about it on the bus
Says, "It went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania"
He shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head, and he said
And this is exactly what he said
"Boy, it sure must've been something
Just imagine, thirty thousand pounds
Of bananas
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds
Of mashed bananas
Of bananas, bananas
Just bananas
Thirty thousand pounds
Of bananas
Not no driver now, just bananas"