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Mr. Marty

03:53
Mark Brine
2016
Mark Brine

Lyrics

Written by: Mark Brine

 I was sitting in the barroom sipping on a beer
 When I noticed by the window, this old man sitting there
 He kept on staring at the street each time a truck went by
 He looked like he just lost a friend, so I thought that I'd oblige
 So I sat right down there with him and I introduced myself
 He said, "I'm Mr. Marty," I asked if I could help
 He told a summed up story of how he'd retired from the road
 'Cause once a trucker gets too old they gotta let him go
 Look son, ain't she beautiful, a diesel coasted by
 If I was only young, a tear came to his eye
 Well me, I'd never drove a truck like Mr. Marty had
 Still knowing what it meant to him, I couldn't help feeling bad
 'Cause you see a man has got to do the things
 That drive him to go on and old age shows no mercy
 If the lovin'-it's that strong
 It tempts you to your grave if times deserted you behind
 The same way that the passin' trucks haunt Mr. Marty's mind
 Look son ain't she beautiful another truck went by
 If I was only young, a tear came to his eye
 Well me I'd never drove a truck like Mr. Marty had
 Still knowing what it meant to him, I couldn't help feeling sad
©Chip 'n Dale Music (ASCAP)

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