This Old Truck
Me and this old truck,is hauling our last load.
Down this long and bumpy road.
It bounces me up and down as it sways from side to side.
Now me and this old truck is on our last ride.
I can remember my dad and I would work in the fields.
We work in the fields from early morn to setting sun.
We work and work until all the work was done.
My dad on his big red tractor,mowing grass,plowing fields,cutting hay.
Then me and my old truck would haul it all away.
I can remember when this old truck was brand new.
I was so full of pride.Now me and this old truck is on our last ride.
We were always seen together ,thru all kinds of weather.
Rain,sleet sun snow.
This old truck would take me where ever I wanted to go.
This old truck would purr like a kitten,run like a deer.
Never once did this old truck ever get us stuck.
Lord how I love and will miss this old truck.
Well we finally come to our journy end.
All there is left to say is good-by my old friend.
Copyright © Robert Ray | Year Posted 2007
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