My Western Star
We had a few puffs
and had a few scuffs
drank wine and some beer
listened to the old songs
sittin' in the new Fongs
on across the road from the TC Square
I had an old truck all patched up with luck
destination Bay de Verde
logged off for the night
breakfast at first light
listening to songs of birds
Before hittin' the road I checked the load
the shrimp are like cold hard cash
when we left the old town
I had to gear her down
because the Jake brake was taped to the dash
into the morning sun we had become
Snow Crab headed for stores
you know who we are
me and my Western Star
gearing up for our long journey home
Sea food!
food from the sea
truckin' along !
you won't catch me
I'm haulin' shrimp
we are carrying ice
watch out for the water
cause it don't smell nice!
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