Thursday, October 27, 2011

Ghost Truckers on the Slab

Photo courtesy of Bloody Marty Mix on Flickr
(to the tune of “Ghost Riders in the Sky”)

An old trucker went heading out one dark and stormy night
Up on a ramp he pulled in to check a bum headlight
When suddenly a string of ghostly rigs he saw rush by,
A-ballin’ hell for leather – he could hear their train horns cry

“We were undone … by regulation,”
Ghost truckers on the slab. 

Their stacks were belching fire and the smoke rose from each wheel,
Their horns screamed wild into the night and made his senses reel,
He shook beside his tractor as the convoy flashed on by,
For he saw they were not slowing down and didn’t even try.

“We were undone … by regulation”
Ghost truckers on the slab.

Their hands were clenched around their wheels, their faces lined in pain,
They’re pedalin’ hard to move that freight then hook up once again,
’Cause they gotta drive forever pullin’ Satan’s own hot loads,
In big rigs all afire – down the devil’s roads.

“We were undone … by regulation”
Ghost truckers on the slab.

As the grim rigs raced on by him, his CB said “Hey hand:
If you wanna stop this demon’s run, here is where to stand,
Speak up against the rulemakers in states and Washington,
Protect this life you love so much, so you can ramble on.”

“We were undone … by regulation”
Ghost truckers on the slab.
Ghost truckers on the slab.
Ghost truckers on the slab.


3 comments:

  1. Another good 'un Bill!

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  2. When will it be put to music?Hell I would by it.

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  3. You may have found a second career, Bill ... if you weren't so good at your first one.

    Well written, young man!

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