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Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-truckin' Cafe
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Well, Interstate 80, we was cuttin' the fog. Just me an' old Sloan (Old Sloan's my dog). We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten on the floor and stereo layin' a strip.
Old Glory
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries). She was old, and beautiful, and wise, and She taught the young boy everything he needed to know. All about the land, and the woods and the rivers, and what had happened there even before he was born. She taught him what was good and what was bad. And most of all, the difference between right and wrong..
Old 30
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . She was mud and sand and concrete. Mixed with water made a' tears. From the rivers runnin' down the Great Divide. She was three thousand miles.
Nishnabotna
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). One time when I's growin' up -- it was when I's a kid -- there was nothin' to do at home so I called up on a friend an' said "Let's pack us a box lunch an' go down to the Nishnabotna an' go swimmin'. An' maybe look for some toads.".
Niobrara
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Come ride with me cowboys. I'll tell you a story. Out where the whoopin' cranes fly. I'll show you the white bones.
Night Rider
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . [A ghostly chorus]. Night rider. . Well, a-truckin' on the night line, quarter past five. Tryin' to get my rig an' me to 'Frisco alive.
Night Hawk
(Tom McKeon, Ron Peterson). . We'd worked ourselves senseless. Been bustin' down fences. Drivin' dry cattle, no water in sight. As we sat 'round the fire.
Mountains On My Mind
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Rollin' down the runway. Thinkin' 'bout the one-way of my life. With another cup of coffee. And another lonesome city far behind.
Milton
Now, I'll tell ya a tale that'll bust yer heart. That only a few people knew, ta start. It all took place when our concert tour was booked at the SeaTac Hilton?.
Long Lonesome Road
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Well, it's a long, lonesome road. Through the lifetime of a trucker. But me and my good ol' friend here. We gonna make it.
Livin' Within My Means
(Ron Agnew). . Well, I was a poor boy. Just a-kickin' around. Eighteen, with a head full a' dreams. Took some money back then. Did a year in the pen. For not livin' within my means.
Lewis And Clark
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock. Had John Denver on the 8-track, gettin' high.
Kidnap America
(Paul Hampton, Sage Allen). . I got plan; yeah, a plot's what I got. To help this country rise again. All a' the haves. Join the have-nots. And strip our fears off while we can.
Jackson Hole
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . Well, packin' on back to Jackson. Eighteen-thirty-an'-six. Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules. Packin' on back to Jackson.
I've Trucked All Over This Land
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . [Clap your hands and stomp your feet.]. . Well, I've walked the line on 89. In the Arizona sun. I've chased the moon and I've caught a star.
I Wish There Was More That I Could Give
(Walt Meskell, Tim Martin). . [Spoken]. I found her settin' on a Sioux City park bench, on a late November afternoon. Me, I was just driftin' through. She said she was fourteen, and runnin' away from home. And no, she wouldn't mind some company. So I sat down and smoked my last cigarette; she pulled out a candy bar. And we started talkin' about the hows and the whys, and we watched the first snow start to fall..
I Don't Know (and I Don't Care)
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries). . Now how many peppers did Peter Piper pick ta get himself a peck a' pickled peppers? But more importantly, how many pickles do you get in a peck, when you can't find no peppers ta pick? And furthermore, who wants a pickle that's made from a pepper by a guy named Peter Piper? And in conclusion, how many pipers do you know that pick pickles? And how many Peters are pickled?.
Hobo's Lullaby
(Goebel Reeves). . Go to sleep, you weary hobo. Let the towns drift slowly by. Can't you hear the steel rail hummin'?. That's a hobo's lullaby. . Do not think about tomorrow.
Green River
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis). . [Spoken]. Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild river. The Spanish named it San Buenaventura; but we knew it as the Green..
Glenwood Canyon
When rivers ran blue up on the mountain. And rivers ran green out on the plain. When the river ran red in Glenwood Canyon. It was only a matter of time.
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