"The World's Last Truck Drivin' Man" lyrics
The year is 2080
And hardly a highway remains
Gone are the days of the diesel
And songs about wrecks in the rain
The Macks and the road trains are rusted away
And the Harvesters rot in the sand
And in a deserted truck stop sits
Territory Thompson
The world's last truck-drivin' man
He lit up the world's last Winfield
Got his last cup of coffee refilled
And he stared at the sky
And for one final high
Took the world's last little white pill
He said, World, you are losin' your truckies
Your computers just don't give a damn
Yes, you're freightin' in space
And there just ain't no place
For a hard-ridin' truck-drivin' man
Yes, the world's last truck-drivin' man
His right arm is losin' its tan
And the rest all went broke
Or just went up in smoke
He's the world's last truck-drivin' man
And he sat there and drank to old memories
And Doreen sat there dryin' his tears
Doreen was the world's last truck-stop waitress
She was weary and worn with the years
So he put his last coin in the world's last jukebox
For the lady he'd loved for so long
And there in that deserted truck stop, they danced
To the world's last truck-drivin' song
Then he climbed up inside his old semi
And Doreen, she crawled up at his side
He shifted it down, and the diesel's sad sound
Said, This is your last homeward ride
So he whispered "10–4"
To her and the Lord
And the microphone fell from his hand
And he came to the exit marked
Territory Thompson
The world's last truck-drivin' man
He was high-tailin' straight
Through them bright Pearly Gates
When behind, in the dust of his rig
Came the wailin' siren of old
Smokey McKenzie
The world's last Interstate pig
Hear them roll, see them fly
Through the clouds in the sky
On that highway that don't have an end
And I reckon that's Heaven for old
Territory Thompson
The world's last truck-drivin' man
And, of course, Doreen
The world's last truck-drivin' man, yeah
And hardly a highway remains
Gone are the days of the diesel
And songs about wrecks in the rain
The Macks and the road trains are rusted away
And the Harvesters rot in the sand
And in a deserted truck stop sits
Territory Thompson
The world's last truck-drivin' man
He lit up the world's last Winfield
Got his last cup of coffee refilled
And he stared at the sky
And for one final high
Took the world's last little white pill
He said, World, you are losin' your truckies
Your computers just don't give a damn
Yes, you're freightin' in space
And there just ain't no place
For a hard-ridin' truck-drivin' man
Yes, the world's last truck-drivin' man
His right arm is losin' its tan
And the rest all went broke
Or just went up in smoke
He's the world's last truck-drivin' man
And he sat there and drank to old memories
And Doreen sat there dryin' his tears
Doreen was the world's last truck-stop waitress
She was weary and worn with the years
So he put his last coin in the world's last jukebox
For the lady he'd loved for so long
And there in that deserted truck stop, they danced
To the world's last truck-drivin' song
Then he climbed up inside his old semi
And Doreen, she crawled up at his side
He shifted it down, and the diesel's sad sound
Said, This is your last homeward ride
So he whispered "10–4"
To her and the Lord
And the microphone fell from his hand
And he came to the exit marked
Territory Thompson
The world's last truck-drivin' man
He was high-tailin' straight
Through them bright Pearly Gates
When behind, in the dust of his rig
Came the wailin' siren of old
Smokey McKenzie
The world's last Interstate pig
Hear them roll, see them fly
Through the clouds in the sky
On that highway that don't have an end
And I reckon that's Heaven for old
Territory Thompson
The world's last truck-drivin' man
And, of course, Doreen
The world's last truck-drivin' man, yeah
