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MARK BRINE vocals, guitars
WRITER: Mark Brine
Recorded @ BRADLEY'S BARN & SOUND LAB STUDIOS · Nashville TN
PUBLISHER: ©Chip 'n Dale Music (ASCAP)
RELEASE DATE: 01/01/2005
ISRC CODE: ushm90502906

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