The Trucker's Wallet Lyrics - Jimmy Buckley

He climbed into his eighteen wheeler 

And once more he thanked the dealer 

For the hand that life had dealt him 

For over 30 years 

This would be his final journey 

A little sad, a little lonely 

As he remembered all the good times, the heartaches and the tears 

So he fired up his engine 

Released his air brakes screamin' 

Left the docks behind him without a worry or a care 

This week he would retire 

To sit beside the fire 

And tell stories to his grandsons of truckers everywhere 

Chorus: 

And deep down in his pocket was a well worn leather wallet 

A gift his father gave him 

As he stood there by his side 

With two pictures in the middle 

One a mother old and feeble 

And a young girl who was just 18 

When she became his bride 

He motored down the 75 

Sure was good to be alive 

As the memories came rushing back 

Of when he was a boy 

And he often told the story 

How his dad brought his first lorry 

A Bedford flat he brought one day from Taylor's of Akleycoil 

Every day he'd rush home from school 

To help his dad load flax and wool 

And haul it to the markets 

In Newry and Strabane 

Then he knew his school days soon would end 

For all he ever wanted then 

Was just to be like his daddy 

A big truck drivin' man 

Chorus: 

And deep down in his pocket was a well worn leather wallet 

A gift his father gave him 

As he stood there by his side 

With two pictures in the middle 

One a mother old and feeble 

And a young girl who was just 18 

When she became his bride 

Just like the trucker 

The years rolled on 

He finally got his 141 

When he showed it to his mum and dad 

Their eyes shone with delight 

And his father from his pocket 

Gave him a leather wallet 

He said, "Always keep it near you, 

Every day and night" 

So next week I'll hand the wallet on 

To my boy to carry on 

As he travels down that highway 

On a long white line of life 

And deep down in his pocket 

He'll keep a leather wallet 

With a picture of his mother 

And his newly-wed young bride 

Chorus: 

And deep down in his pocket was a well worn leather wallet 

A gift his father gave him 

As he stood there by his side 

With two pictures in the middle 

One a mother old and feeble 

And a young girl who was just 18 

When she became his bride 

And a young girl who was just 18 

When she became his bride