I'd like to tell you all about <br />This one truck driving man <br />Ain' t got time to tell it all <br />But I'll do the best I can <br />There's drivers and canivers <br />And their stories all been told <br />But when the good Lord made my daddy <br />He threw away the mold <br /> <br />My daddy was a driving man <br />He drove them big ol trucks <br />Steal anything that weren't tied down <br />Just to make a couple bucks <br />He smoked cigars that were never more <br />Than a couple inches long <br />And when my old man thought that he was right <br />Everybody else was wrong <br /> <br />Carpenters were butchers <br />And butchers couldn't cut meat <br />And the salesman at the shoe store <br />Didn't know nothing about his feet <br />Had a dirty mouth and a heart of gold <br />And big ears that's for sure <br />And the doctor could't fix nothing <br />That a little bit of iodine wouldn't cure <br /> <br />He use to take me with him <br />On his run to South Bend <br />He'd talk about the old days <br />And the places that he'd been <br />We'd be truckin down old studebaker hill <br />In Georgia overdrive <br />When we'd hit the bottom I'd clean my pants <br />And thank God I was alive <br /> <br />He was a gear jammin son of o gun <br />They called him Stormy Norm <br />But deep inside that driver <br />Was my daddy soft and warm <br />He was a better cusser and word maker upper <br />Than any man alive <br />And he could tell your nationality <br />Just by the way you drive <br /> <br />He had no use for foreigners <br />Or hippy yippie freaks <br />And cops and politicians <br />Just weren't his cut of meat <br />But when a man had trouble <br />Any color breed or brand <br />I never once seen him refuse <br />To lend a helping hand <br /> <br />But carpenters were butchers <br />And butchers couldn't cut meat <br />And the saleman at the shoe store <br />Didn't know nothing about his feet <br />Had a dirty mouth and a heart of gold <br />And big ears that's for sure <br />And the doctor couldn't fix nothing <br />That a little bit of iodine wouldn't cure<br /><br />Mike Kosman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carpenters-were-butchers/
