There Ain’t No Easy Run versuri

Versuri Dave Dudley – There Ain't No Easy Run lyrics

I was sitting in the terminal waiting for my load
When a greenhorn driver came in off of the road
I heard him tell that foreman, „Get my little pink slip
This run’s too tough and I’m gonna quit.”
Now, the foreman that day happened to be old Joe
Man, he was older than time
He said, „Son, how long you been driving this rig?
You know, I drove all shapes, forms, fashions and kinds
Here you are, worried about this one little trip
Why, I drove a million miles and then some.”
He looked that greenhorn right in the eye and he said
„Boy, there ain’t no easy run”

I drove for Roadway, Interstate, Hopewell, Great Lakes
Overnite and Time, Mayflower and Freight Line
Spectre, Yellow Transit, Western Gillette
Red Ball, Ryder, Northwestern, Big CF
Beaver and Bell, Hoover & McLean’s
Gateway Motor Freight, Transport, Vikings
Dixie, Ohio, and Trans American some
East Texas, Mason Dixon, Watkins and Transcon
Wilson, Associate, got all that driving done
And I’ll tell you, boy, there ain’t no easy run

„Now, if you got a gal in Texas, they’ll send you up to Maine
If you got a gal in New York, they’ll send you out to the plains
I know what your problem is: you got woman trouble, son
But, like I said, there ain’t no easy run”

I drove for Navajo, Brady, Goose, DC
North American, Allied, Chicago Motor Freight and Pie
Beemac and Curtis, Eastern and NX
Garrett and Ace, Federal and E.T.M
And Neptune, Heron, Brinks and Sea Lab
There’s Dudley, Dorsey, Bekins and Cunningham
Cooper, McCrory, Jones and American too
Acme and Central and Standard and Boston Sue
And Yunhan and Buckingham, got all that drivin’ done
And I’ll tell you, boy, there ain’t no easy run

I went backward, forward, uphill, downhill
Chills, spills, thrills and pills
And how about Atlas & Cramer
Alabama, Hiway Express, Murphy Line
And Long, and Harris, and General, Strickland, Eden & Key
How about Detroit on a Friday afternoon
That’s something else too
And Atlantic, Daily, McRae, Wheeling, Rockwell, Gilbert
And there ain’t no easy run, son