The Sovines "Truckers Welcome" Lyrics

The Sovines
"Truckers Welcome"

The Lyrics

Subject: More SOVINES Crap!
Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 18:39:44 -0500
From: Bob Starker <thestarkers@earthlink.net>
To: settler@mailer.uni-marburg.de

Howdy Hans!

Thanks so much for the Webpage and the airplay... I'm always curious to
hear how people respond to The Sovines overseas...

Anyway, here's my half of the lyrics from TRUCKERS WELCOME... Herr
Benz's will follow soon...

Thanks again,
Bob Starker

Thanks Bob!
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Whiskey Bottle Now
©1998

I didn’t wake up in anger but it didn’t take me too long to get there
Sweatin’ bullets starin’ daggers I got the whole world in my hair

Can’t think of anything I wanna think about
Guess it’s just me and the
Whiskey Bottle Now

I don’t like to drink alone but I’m sick of bein’ sober
I wanna blow it all to hell - Sort it out when it’s all over

Can’t think of anyone who hasn’t let me down
Guess it’s just me and the
Whiskey Bottle Now

Things can’t be bad as they seem - They got a way of workin’ out
I don’t mean to yell & scream but I - OOOOOOOWWWW

Can’t think of anyplace to stop on my way down
Guess it’s just me and the
Whiskey Bottle Now

And if it’s just me & the whiskey bottle what’s gonna stop me from bein’
a jerk
And if it’s just me & the whiskey bottle who’s gonna pick my wife up
from work
Guess it’s just me and the
Whiskey Bottle Now
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Jesus Dionysus
©1998

His momma swore she was a virgin but his daddy’s name was Jack
He left home when he was thirteen and he never did go back
He hung out with the sick & he fell down with the lame
He couldn’t make ‘em well but he could hoist one in their name
He traveled all around the country & he never slept inside
He preached his whiskey gospel & he spread it far and wide

Jesus Dionysus drank himself to death for all our sins
He ate up all the evil in the world--Washed it down with a bathtub fulla
gin
Momma’s little boy is stayin’ out all night---Jesus Dionysus...the Sour
Mash Christ

The cops came down to get him & they threw him in a cell
He showed up in here one night said he’d spent three days in hell
Twelve disciples came into the bar and sat right down
Didn’t have enough for supper so they drank one last round

Jesus Dionysus drank himself to death for all our sins
He ate up all the evil in the world--Washed it down with a bathtub fulla
gin
Momma’s little boy is doin’ all right---Jesus Dionysus...the Sour Mash
Christ

When it was time for him to go he didn’t feel no pain
He just lay down in the gutter and ran on down the drain
He washed on out to sea - He rose up into the clouds
He falls down with the rain - You could be drinkin’ him right now

Well...
I’m sittin’ in an all night diner readin’ yesterdays paper eatin’ week
old doughnuts it’s five o’clock
I’m on my twenty-third cup of coffee and the bathroom door is locked
I got a cigarette burnin’ coffee’s scaldin’ my mouth and the waitress is
a bitch but who am I to talk
I got a car outside but I got no gas so I guess I’ll have to walk

Well... Shit Goddamn I’m just a man
Stuck on Planet Earth
Oh my Oh dear what am I doin’ here
Stuck on Planet Earth

Well...
There’s a godawful song on the radio I think I got a migraine it’s
snowin’ outside and my coffee’s gettin’ cold
There’s three cops at the counter laughin’ at the worst joke I’ve ever
told
And I can’t afford the bill let alone the tip sneak out the
back door hit the road I think I’m gonna be sick
Can’t get a ride I fade into the night suckin’ on a mint toothpick

Well... Shit Goddamn I’m just a man
Stuck on Planet Earth
Oh my Oh dear what am I doin’ here
Stuck on Planet Earth
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SO MUCH FOR HISTORY
© 1998

Big City spit me out and I hit the road like a piece of debris
It's Me, Myself and I ain’t too excited ‘bout the company
Goin' back to my hometown where the big fat cops all know my name
Everybody’s glad to see me now wish that I could say the same
Some things fall on the ground
Weren’t never meant to be picked up
I don’t know if I’m talkin’ ‘bout you or me....
So much for History

All the pretty girls I used to know got new last names & a couple of
kids
Every damn place I go I see the ghost of somethin’ stupid I did
The kids don’t cruise the strip no more my favorite bar is a parking lot
I came runnin’ back, now I’m runnin’ for the door I don't feel so damn
hot
I took a look back... look around...
Hindsight is powerful stuff
I’ve seen just about all I care to see...
So much for History

All of my old friends wanna know what in the hell ever happened to me
I got tired; I guess it shows; I’m so much older than I thought I’d be
So I'm headed out of my hometown, gonna go where noone knows my name
Everybody's glad to see me go, I think that I can say the same
I can’t stand up & I can’t fall down...
I do beleive I’ve had enough
I came here to make a speech & I’ve been makin’ apologies...
So much for History
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A Fugitives Plea
©1994

They started sweepin’ up the streets this mornin’
They’re puttin’ on the squeeze good & tight
They’ll leave no stone unturned ‘til I’m strung up & burned
and I was wonderin’ if I could spend the night

I guess I’ve really put you on the spot now
All things considered it’s a whole lot to expect
They say I’m the devil’s tool Hell, I just broke too many rules
Now there’ll be no peace until they stretch my neck

When they come to take me away
What will you do, what will you say
Will you lie for me, or will you turn me in
Will you sell me to the sharks for a promise in the dark
When they come to take me in

They say I stabbed the guard & stormed the gates & raised all kinds of
hell
I choked the sacred cow & threw her body down the well
I tore down the temple & what I couldn’t smash I burned
Or at least I might as well have as far as they’re concerned

The judge & jury won’t be necessary
They’ll execute me soon as I am found
You’re free to shut the door and never see me no more
and I’ll take your name with me into the ground

When they come to take me away
What will you do, what will you say
Will you lie for me, or will you turn me in
Will you sell me to the sharks for a promise in the dark
When they come to take me in
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Between the River & the Railroad Track
©1994

Don’t know what I’m doin’
Don’t know how I got here
Last thing I remember was one more round of beer
The room was spinnin’
Everything went black
and I woke up flat on my back
Between the River & the Railroad Track

Now the water is quiet
but the freight train screams
I got a head full of river mud and pig iron steam
I got all these visions
I tried to give ‘em back
but they don’t cut you any slack
Between the River & the Railroad Track

Little kids come down here
skippin’ out of school
I’m long past twenty-one now must be a holy fool
I got everything I need
in a burlap sack
Live out my days in a rusty shack
Between the River & the Railroad Track

All you people
just faces on a train
I’m just another shadow through your window pane
I’m burnin’ up a whitewall
from an old Cadillac
Waitin’ for you to fall through the crack
Between the River & the Railroad Track

And here are Benz' lyrics:
Thanks Benz!

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Own/Oper

Balancing a cup of coffee on the steering wheel
Fifty thousand watts late night a.m. radio
Playing good old country music Mr. DJ knows just the way I feel
And when you're counting down the mile markers left to go
You don't see much of the world through a dirty windshield

And I might make Memphis in the morning
Maybe make Nashville by one
It's goodbye so long I'll see you later now I'm gone
I'm an owner operator and ain't nobody gonna tell me how to
Make my run

Passing by roadside rests turned into parking lots
All them other truckers don't have half the speed I got
City lights and exit signs well they don't slow me down at all
This rig she's a moving now watch me I'm gone like a shot
One hundred miles till tomorrow and it's just another haul

-chorus-

Chasing tail lights ahead of me and I'll pass em on a hill
There's no other driver who will push it like I will
Red lights in the distance there's a white light in my brain
This rig she's all paid for now I'm an independent son
I'm an owner operator and ain't nobody gonna tell me how to make my Run
-chorus-

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Hi-Ballin’ The Jack

Well I caught the bad news coming over the a.m. band
They’re making big plans to tear down the mighty Sand
Well I was hauling feed bound for LA town
I swung that ol bull dog east and I turned her around
Yeh that freight’s gotta wait cos buddy I’m Vegas bound

Well I had to ditch that hitch somewhere east of Bakersfield
I didn’t need all that feed slowing down my haulin wheels
Well that ol dock boss is gonna be as sore as he can be
When he doesn’t see my trailer at the dock by three
But buddy it can’t be helped; them tables are callin me

Cuz I’m a hi-ballin the jack just as fast as I can - heading on down the road
A martini shakin and stirrin right next to me - those bright neon lights are all I can see
Deano’s singin ain’t that a kick - I’m pushin the stick - Yeh, I just let er rip
Cuz I’m hi-ballin the jack and gunnin for that Vegas strip

Well I got a big haired honey lookin good in her capri’s
She’s been stealing at the wheel and she’s savin it all for me
I placed a call to that doll said "unstash that cash
Don’t ya hold back cos’ we’ll be needing it all
I’m a-lookin for the big score baby, lookin to make a haul"

Well, I aim to hit that strip with the throttle opened wide
I’m givin fair warnin all you slot jockey’s step aside
Cuz by the time that bull dog she gets to rest
I’ll be down on the town and I ain’t gonna stall
Just like "Ocean’s 11", honey, we’re a takin it all

Cuz I’m a hi-ballin the jack ----

And gunnin for that Vegas strip.......

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Bitter Root

Well I guess he kicked that old dog
One too many times
Cos' one day that old dog
He just up and died
Well he took that old dog
Threw him on the pile to burn
Said Ain't that just like an old dog
Ain't got the good sense to learn

And it's the same dead moon that rises every night
And it's the same burning sun that sets
While he just sits and tries to forget
Says God damn everything anyway
God damn everything anyway

Guess she saw that look in his eye
One too many times
One day she walked lucky just to be alive
Stabbed out his
Cigarette into the arm of his chair
Said Ain't that just like a woman
To act like she ever cared

And it's the same dead moon -

Guess he pulled that old trick
One too many times
When the law came out to haul him in for his crimes
They found him there
Blowing smoke out through his grin
Said Ain't that just like the law
Ain't gonna let a good man win

And it's the same dead moon -

God damn everything anyway...

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Drinks After Church

She says she'll meet me
For drinks after church
She says "Babe I just need
Some time to change first"

Me, I've got one pair of shoes
Down to my last clean shirt
Might even put on a tie
What could it hurt?

She said she'd meet me
For drinks after church
I'm playing it cool
Cos' I've been left in the lurch

My watch is on the dresser
So I won't know the time
Here's hoping she likes beer
Cos' I can't afford the wine

And no, I don't smoke no cigarettes
Or gamble with dice
I keep my hands clean and I stay free from vice

But I've got my own bad habits
That I've got to break
Like sometimes when I'm drinking
I confess to stealing what I didn't take...

She said she'd meet me
For drinks after church
Between staying and leaving
I can't decide which is worse

The beer lights reflect off
Of too many empty glasses
Here's to hoping my future
Ain't as dim as my past is....

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24-7-365 (Long Distance Man)

YEAH, I’M COMING IN ON THE DOWNSIDE OF A WEST COAST TURN AROUND
AND SINCE THE MISTAKE ON THE LAKE BUDDY I’VE KEPT THAT HAMMER DOWN
WITH MY EYES OPEN WIDE I’M ROCKING THIS RIG RIGHT HOME IN RECORD TIME
CAUSE WHEN YOU’RE FEELING THE CALL
IT’S JUST ANOTHER HAUL AND YOU BEST LET THAT DIESEL ENGINE UNWIND

AND IT’S TWENTY-FOUR AND SEVEN – THREE SIXTY-FIVE
IF I’M NOT BUSY LEAVING THEN I’M JUST ABOUT TO ARRIVE
YEAH, I’M A LONG DISTANCE HAULING MAN DOING THE BEST I CAN
MY LIFE IS WHERE I DRIVE AND IT’S TWENTY-FOUR AND SEVEN
THREE SIXTY-FIVE

WELL, I CAUGHT THE EYE OF A HONEY AT SOME MOM N’ POP NEAR MEMPHIS T
IT TOOK ONE LOOK TO SEE SHE WAS COOKING SOMETHING HOT TO GO FOR ME
BUT I HAD TO DECLINE SAYING HONEY YOU SURE LOOK FINE BUT I CAN’T STAY
YEH BY THE TIME I HIT THE DOOR
SHE’LL BE LOOKING FOR ANOTHER WEASEL TO TAKE MY PLACE AWAY

BUT IT’S TWENTY-FOUR AND SEVEN – THREE SIXTY-FIVE
IF I’M NOT BUSY LEAVING THEN I’M JUST ABOUT TO ARRIVE
YEAH, I’M A LONG DISTANCE HAULING MAN DOING THE BEST I CAN
MY HOME IS WHAT I DRIVE AND IT’S TWENTY-FOUR AND SEVEN
THREE SIXTY-FIVE

SO I WAS TAKING A SMOKE BREAK AND STANDING STILL FOR TWO OR THREE
WHEN SAMMY CAME AROUND SAYING THE BOSS WAS A LOOKING FOR ME
BOSS SAID SON GOT A ONE WAY RUN GOTTA GET TO SAN FRAN BAY BY SATURDAY
I SAID HEY BIG BOSS MAN
IF THAT’S YOUR PLAN THEN LOAD HER UP AND I’LL BE ON MY WAY

COS IT’S TWENTY-FOUR AND SEVEN - THREE SIXTY-FIVE
IF I’M NOT BUSY LEAVING THEN I’M JUST ABOUT TO ARRIVE
YEAH, I’M A LONG DISTANCE HAULING MAN DOING THE BEST I CAN
MY LIFE IS WHERE I DRIVE AND IT’S TWENTY-FOUR AND SEVEN
THREE SIXTY-FIVE

YEH, IT’S TWENTY-FOUR AND SEVEN - THREE SIXTY-FIVE!

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The Lights Of A Faraway Town

The kitchen table's all set for the evening meal
She's sitting by the window and staring out across the field
But she's looking far beyond and wondering how it feels

To go out dancing and drinking when the sun goes down
Staying out so late underneath the lights of a faraway town

Her man's out working in the fields until it's almost dark
When he comes in at night he's too tired to even talk
So she heads out to the porch still wondering how it feels

To go out dancing and drinking when the sun goes down
Staying out so late underneath the lights of a faraway town

See the lights of a faraway town
How they shine so bright
See the lights of a faraway town
How they sparkle in the night
When she turns out the light...

She turns the TV off and sits alone in the dark
She thinks of a place so far away and goes out to take a walk
And she stands out in the yard still wondering how it feels

To go out dancing and drinking when the sun goes down
Staying out so late underneath the lights of a faraway town

Staying out so late underneath the lights of a faraway town

The lights of a faraway town

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EXIT 308

I'm a-barrellin' outta Cinci-city with black blowin' outta my stacks
I got one eye on the road ahead and the other eye a-watchin' my back
I was runnin' with a convoy but I couldn't cut them boys no slack
I left em runnin' slow and havin' a go at that big ol' hill ten miles back

I'm runnin' way behind - gotta make exit 308
I'm runnin' way behind - Yeh, I'm late for a date with a baby
of mine
She's a waitin' for me at some no tell motel and she's got lovin' on her mind
Yeh, I'm a-countin' down the miles left to go till exit 308

I just put one o eight in my rear view but damn that's a smokey up ahead
Keepin' me at them double nickels man that boy he's playin' with my head
There's a burger and fries right next to me ridin' shotgun at my side
But the kind of hunger I'm a-feelin' right now, Dad you know they can't satisfy
-chorus-

Well that lil’ honey of mine she ain't the kind to wait real long for me
It's runnin' half past four and I told her I'd be there for sure by three
I can see her packin up and leaving a note wishing me lot's of luck
And then she'll hit the highway leaving me way behind like an ol' broken down Mack truck
-chorus-