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This Old Truck

ME AND THIS OLD TRUCK, IS HAULING OUR LAST LOAD.
DOWN THIS LONG HARD BUMPY ROAD.
IT TOSSES ME AROUND, AS IT SWAYS FROM SIDE TO SIDE.
NOW ME AND THIS OLD TRUCK IS ON OUR LAST RIDE

 I CAN MEMBER WHEN THIS OLD TRUCK WAS BRAND NEW.
I WAS SO FULL OF PRIDE.
I WASH IT AND WAXS IT UNTIL YOU COULD SEE YOUR REFLECTION ON IT.
NOW ME AND THIS OLD TRUCK IS ON OUR LAST RIDE.

I CAN REMEMBER MY DAD AND I.
WE WORK IN THE FIELDS ,FROM EARLY DAWN TO SETTING SUN.
WE WORK AND WORK UNTIL ALL THE WORK WAS DONE.
MY DAD ON HIS OLD RED TRACTOR, 
MOWING GRASS,PLOWING FIELDS,CUTTING HAY.
ME AND THIS OLD TRUCK WOULD HAUL IT ALL AWAY.

THIS OLD TRUCK RUN LIKE A DEER.
HER MOTOR PURR LIKE A KITTEN.
WE WERE ALWAYS SEEN TOGETHER,THROUGH ALL KINDS OF WEATHER.
NEVER ONCE DID SHE EVER GET US STUCK.
LORD HOW I LOVE AND WILL MISS THIS OLD TRUCK.
WELL WE FINALLY COME TO OUR JOURNEY END.
THE ONLY THING LEFT TO SAY IS,
GOODBYE  MY OLD FRIEND.

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