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I'm an old road-hog |
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I drove a big truck |
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Shot the pinball machine, but it brought me bad luck. |
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If oceans was whiskey and I was a dove |
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I'd dive into it and never come up. |
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I wish they'd outlaw them old pinball machines |
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Many weeks they have caused me to live on sardines. |
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Last time I called my wife on the phone, |
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The first thing she said was "John, can you come home? |
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I got a lot of lodgers and they've got to go." |
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I said "I'll see you when I get back from the depot." |
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She said "John, you know I love you, I wish you wouldn't go |
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Send your babies some money. They're hungry and cold." |
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The last thing she said, and then she hung up, was |
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"John you gave up my loving to drive an old truck." |
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I made my trip up to the depot |
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I was gone two months cause I shot up my dough |
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When I got home my family was gone |
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The best friend I had rung my telephone. |
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He said "John, I guess you wonder 'bout your babies and wife... |
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Pneumonia got your babies and your wife took her life." |
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I've lost all my friends, can't sleep for bad dreams |
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I dream about a old truck and a pinball machine. |
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I never will forget the last words that old man said: |
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"Oh Lord, if I could live my life over," |
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And then he fell dead, the victim of an old truck. |
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He was a clean-cut young man at the age of nineteen, |
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But now he's in his grave, |
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The victim of an old truck |
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And a pinball machine. |
