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Conked out Wagon Chap
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Its a country song... Not serious, but have a listen and hopefully a laugh.
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Very different and experimental type songs of many styles. Check me out for something out of the ordinary.
Thanks for finding my extreme collection of musiquel Compositions! Hopefully my music comes across to you as 'out of the ordinary' and occasionaly amusing. Although I am and have been in a number of bands, this page is purely my solo stuff or songs where I have collaborated with a few others to write. Everything is written and played by myself unless stated otherwise in the song descriptions. These songs and albums vary from early highschool days up until 2019.
Song Info
Genre
Country • Country General
Charts
#6,395 today Peak #174
#2,297 in subgenre Peak #60
Author
Joel McLean
Rights
Collective Studios
Uploaded
February 27, 2007
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:57
Story behind the song
Its about a truck driver who's truck has broken down in the middle of "no-where" or a desert and is slowly dying! Poor fella starts to hallucinate after a while due to lack of fluids and energy.
Lyrics
Im a lonely truck driver on the side of the road with an empty can of gas Drunk my last glass of whiskey and my last cup o water and im ready to go home I’ve been in this business since 1943 and I love the old dirt road Well it’s a hard tough job but I’ll be rolling those wheels every and all day long All day long All night long All day long All night long Hope my mum can’t see me now Suffering this here pain Should’ve listen to her voice when she told me there and then Son you should be drivin a train Im a lonely truck driver on the side of the road with an empty can of gas Drunk my last glass of whiskey and my last cup o water and im ready to go home Now my minds gone dumb and I can see the sun, glaring down at me And all the cacti dancing with the waves of heat singing son you’re gona fry Gona fry Gona die Gona fry Gona die I wish that sky could open up Poor me down some rain Should’ve listen to her voice when she told me there and then Son you should be drivin a train Gona fry Gona die Gona fry Gona die I wish that sky could open up Poor down on me some rain Should’ve listen to her voice when she told me there and then Son you should be drivin a train Im a lonely truck driver on the side of the road with an empty can of gas Drunk my last glass of whiskey and my last cup o water and im ready to go home Now my minds gone dumb and I can barley see the sun, glaring down on me And all the cacti dancing with the waves of heat singing son you’re gona die Gona die Cruel World goodbye Gona die Cruel world goodbye I wish that sky would open up Take me up into a star Should’ve listen to her voice when she told me there and then Son you should be drivin a car...
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