"Country Music Is Here To Stay" lyrics
The highways that wind and wander over mountains and valleys, deserts and plains, I guess I drove 'bout all of 'em
'Cause for the past 25 years now, the cab of a truck has been my home
It would be kinda hard for me to settle down and not to be "on the go"
Why, I remember the first truck I drove, I was so proud I could hardly wait to get home
My little boy was so excited, like when he saw his first snow
And he wasn't quite old to say too many words, so he just kept hollerin': "Gitty-up go, daddy, gitty-up go"
So, that's why I named the old truck "Gitty-up Go"
Ah, things wasn't too bad, 'course, I was gone a lot
After about 6 years I got home one day and found my wife and little boy gone
I couldn't find out what happened; nobody seemed to know
So, from that day on, it's been me and Gitty-up Go
I made a lot of friends at all the truck stops and some of them would kid me about my little sign
'Course they knew where I got the name, 'cause I told 'bout all of 'em that I named it after that little boy of mine and how his first words was about the truck, he only said: "Gitty up go"
Today I was barrellin' down old 66 when up beside me pulled a brand-new diesel rig, both stacks blowin' black as coal
And as he pulled around and backed in front of me, a big lump came in my throat and my eyes watered like I had a cold
A little sign on the back of the truck that read: "Gitty-up Go"
Well, I pushed ol' Gitty-up and stayed right on him until the next truck stop where he pulled up
I waited 'til he went in, and I offered to buy him a cup
Well, he got to talkin', and I said: "How did you come by that name on your truck, 'Gitty-up Go'?"
"Well", he said, "I got it from my pop. Dad used to drive a truck, that's what mom talked about a lot
You see, I lost my mom when I was just 16. And, I lost all track of my pop. Mom said he got the name from me"
I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to see
I took him out to the old truck and brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show
And his eyes got big and bright as he read: "Gitty-up Go"
Oh, we had a lot of things to talk about and, buddy, I felt like a king
And now we just pulled back out on old 66 and he handled that rig better than any gearjammer that I ever seen
Well, now the lines on the highway have got a much brighter glow
As we go roarin' down the road, and me starin' at a little sign that reads: "Gitty-up Go"
'Cause for the past 25 years now, the cab of a truck has been my home
It would be kinda hard for me to settle down and not to be "on the go"
Why, I remember the first truck I drove, I was so proud I could hardly wait to get home
My little boy was so excited, like when he saw his first snow
And he wasn't quite old to say too many words, so he just kept hollerin': "Gitty-up go, daddy, gitty-up go"
So, that's why I named the old truck "Gitty-up Go"
Ah, things wasn't too bad, 'course, I was gone a lot
After about 6 years I got home one day and found my wife and little boy gone
I couldn't find out what happened; nobody seemed to know
So, from that day on, it's been me and Gitty-up Go
I made a lot of friends at all the truck stops and some of them would kid me about my little sign
'Course they knew where I got the name, 'cause I told 'bout all of 'em that I named it after that little boy of mine and how his first words was about the truck, he only said: "Gitty up go"
Today I was barrellin' down old 66 when up beside me pulled a brand-new diesel rig, both stacks blowin' black as coal
And as he pulled around and backed in front of me, a big lump came in my throat and my eyes watered like I had a cold
A little sign on the back of the truck that read: "Gitty-up Go"
Well, I pushed ol' Gitty-up and stayed right on him until the next truck stop where he pulled up
I waited 'til he went in, and I offered to buy him a cup
Well, he got to talkin', and I said: "How did you come by that name on your truck, 'Gitty-up Go'?"
"Well", he said, "I got it from my pop. Dad used to drive a truck, that's what mom talked about a lot
You see, I lost my mom when I was just 16. And, I lost all track of my pop. Mom said he got the name from me"
I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to see
I took him out to the old truck and brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show
And his eyes got big and bright as he read: "Gitty-up Go"
Oh, we had a lot of things to talk about and, buddy, I felt like a king
And now we just pulled back out on old 66 and he handled that rig better than any gearjammer that I ever seen
Well, now the lines on the highway have got a much brighter glow
As we go roarin' down the road, and me starin' at a little sign that reads: "Gitty-up Go"
