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Trucker's 900 Miles
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A song for and about a long-haul trucker. Words & music by Steve Suffet. Lead vocal & guitar: Steve Suffet. Back-up vocal: Anne Price. Banjo: Robin Greenstein. Fiddle: Gina Tlamsa.
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Steve Suffet
Steve Suffet
Folksinger's Fancy
Fri Nov 28, 2014
Country : Americana
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About the song
I took a traditional railroad song called "900 Miles," rewrote the tune, rewrote the lyrics, and arranged it for two voices, guitar, banjo, and fiddle. Just about the only thing left from the original song is the refrain.
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Trucker's 900 Miles
By Steve Suffet ©

I'm rolling down the road,
Got a twenty-four ton load,
This rig is the only thing I own,
And if I run her right,
I’ll be home tomorrow night,
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home,
And I hate to hear that lonesome diesel blow,
That long whistling down.

I ride this road the most,
As I roll from coast to coast,
Frisco back to New York town.
Every breakdown and delay,
Means another lonely day,
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home,
And I hate to hear that lonesome diesel blow,
That long whistling down.

I blew through Chi-ca-go,
Just about an hour ago,
Toledo is where I'll chow tonight,
If I roll the whole night long,
I'll hit Jersey just at dawn,
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home,
And I hate to hear that lonesome diesel blow,
That long whistling down.

Gonna climb that Palisade ridge,
And roll across that bridge,
Drop my load and head straightway for home,
A day or two and then,
I'll be on the road again,
I'll be nine hundred miles from my home,
And I hate to hear that lonesome diesel blow,
That long whistling down.