Trucker's 900 Miles
Americana Song | Trucker's 900 Miles by Steve Suffet | Free Download
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.
Old fashioned folksinger in the People's Music tradition.
Born Stephen Lawrence Suffet in 1947, Steve Suffet is best described as an old fashioned folksinger. His repertoire is a mixture of railroad songs, trucker songs, cowboy songs, union songs, old time ballads, blues, ragtime, Gospel, bluegrass, topical-political songs, and whatever else tickles his fancy. He takes songs from whatever sources he wishes and then he sings them his own way, maybe rewriting the lyrics on the spot, flatting a 7th, or changing a major key to a mountain modal.Steve also writes his own songs, sometimes set to the tunes of traditional folk songs, but more often set to tunes he has composed in traditional styles.
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"Trucker's 900 Miles" is an Americana track by Steve Suffet on SoundClick. Every element serves the song, creating a cohesive listening experience from start to finish. The arrangement unfolds with a natural ease, guiding the listener through a more immersive experience. It has reached #25 on the main SoundClick Country chart. "Trucker's 900 Miles" is part of the Steve Suffet catalog on SoundClick, where independent artists connect with a global audience. This track is available as free download.
Story behind 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.
Lyrics
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.