From the recording Old Timey Tunes, Vol. 2
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)