"There Lies A Workhorse" lyrics

The cab is in shambles, the bearings are shot
The tires are more than well-worn
The trailers are buckled, the skid-plates are bent
All the tarps are discolored and torn

There are no dogs and chains, just a bag of ol' ropes
All knotted, too short, and too frayed
And it looks like the outfit has never been washed
Since the day when the gear was first made

There are four broken side-lights, a broken toolbox
The mud-flaps are gone from the rear
The floorboards are missing, the U-bolts are loose
Not at all what you'd call first-class gear

From the mud and the dust, inches deep on the wheels
I can see hard work written thereon
One look underneath at that oil-splattered sump
And I know every oil seal has gone

How many hundreds of tons has it hauled
And how many roads does it know?
This ol' rig one time was some truck jockey's joy
Ah, but that was a long time ago

Yes, it lies here a wreck and they rob it for spares
'Twill soon be devoured by rust
Or some bulldozer driver will bury it deep
In its shroud of mud, grease, and bulldust

The cab is in shambles, the bearings are shot
The tires are more than well-worn
The trailers are buckled, the skid-plates are bent
All the tarps are discolored and torn