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A Truck Ride


If you want a pot o' luck
   An' about a peck o' thrills
Just you ride a roarin' truck
   Up an' down the Ozark hills;
Don't you let 'er pass you by
   Jist you let 'er hum on high
Hittin' every rock and' chuck
   An' you have to squirm and duck
To ride the bronc with Uncle Bill.

She will snort a little bit,
   Let 'im drive he knows the road,
An' you'll never fail to git
   All an' more'n you ever know'd
'Bout a riden' on a box
   In the Ozarks over rocks
Up 'an down the windin' lane,
   Then through hollers an' the draws;
It may give your chest a pain,
   But jist hang on with yer claws.

Grit your teeth an' set 'er tight
   In that box seat by his side:
It's a burlesque op'ra right.
   Tell the wings to let 'er slide,
You are ready for the act
   An' the gallery is pact;
Jist a bustin' fur a roar
   An' ma wuz dyin' fur a laugh
So they let the curtain soar
   Jist then we cut the scene in half,

Sayin' that we had enuf
   Buckboard ridin' on a truck
Up and down the rocky bluff
   An' we never once got stuck,
An' the driver got us home
   Without a fracture of ma's dome
A-punchin' up agin the roof
   Shelter, whar the driver set
An' tho I nearly lost a hoof
   I helt her in an' won my bet.


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