LONELY OLD RIG
By Trevor Hardwick
By Trevor Hardwick
There’s a lonely old rig at the edge of town,
Rusty and dirty and a shade of brown.
Lookin’ kinda tired and a little run down,
It’s been awhile since her wheels rolled ‘round.
Rusty and dirty and a shade of brown.
Lookin’ kinda tired and a little run down,
It’s been awhile since her wheels rolled ‘round.
She ain’t mine and it doesn’t seem fair,
She and I would make a pretty good pair.
The paint is faded but the glass is there,
The wheels ain’t shiny but the tires hold air.
She and I would make a pretty good pair.
The paint is faded but the glass is there,
The wheels ain’t shiny but the tires hold air.
The engine ran once upon a time,
It’s got a heapin’ helpin’ of grease and grime.
Sittin’ there rotting oughta be a crime,
Someday soon I’m gonna make her mine!
It’s got a heapin’ helpin’ of grease and grime.
Sittin’ there rotting oughta be a crime,
Someday soon I’m gonna make her mine!
I can picture how she looked in her past,
Tall and proud and undoubtedly fast.
Built when rigs were built to last,
Now abandoned like a diesel outcast.
Tall and proud and undoubtedly fast.
Built when rigs were built to last,
Now abandoned like a diesel outcast.
In the 50's and the 60’s she owned the road,
Running in the sun and the bitter cold.
Then came the days it was feast or fold,
I can just imagine all her stories told.
Running in the sun and the bitter cold.
Then came the days it was feast or fold,
I can just imagine all her stories told.
I’ve got my eyes on a little old rig,
Potential seems slight but my dreams are big.
Some might call her just a dirty ol’ pig,
Call me crazy but that’s the kind I dig!
Potential seems slight but my dreams are big.
Some might call her just a dirty ol’ pig,
Call me crazy but that’s the kind I dig!
It’s been awhile since her wheels rolled ‘round,
Lookin’ kinda tired and a little run down.
Rusty and dirty and a shade of brown,
There’s a lonely old rig on the edge of town.
Lookin’ kinda tired and a little run down.
Rusty and dirty and a shade of brown,
There’s a lonely old rig on the edge of town.
There is something sad about coming across a once, loyal, serving old truck abandoned in a lonely field or beside the road.
The engine, once a fire breathing dragon is now quiet, the wheels although still full of air no longer feel its rubber spinning in the dust of these country roads.
Its bonnet open as if to plead to someone passing by to breathe life back into her.
But alas no one has come to save her, so more years of abandonment, and loneliness and yes sadness.
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