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 didnít wake up in anger but it didnít take me too long to get there
Sweatiní bullets stariní daggers I got the whole world in my hair

Canít think of anything I wanna think about
Guess itís just me and the
Whiskey Bottle Now

I donít like to drink alone but Iím sick of beiní sober
I wanna blow it all to hell - Sort it out when itís all over

Canít think of anyone who hasnít let me down
Guess itís just me and the
Whiskey Bottle Now

Things canít be bad as they seem - They got a way of workiní out
I donít mean to yell & scream but I - OOOOOOOWWWW

Canít think of anyplace to stop on my way down
Guess itís just me and the
Whiskey Bottle Now

And if itís just me & the whiskey bottle whatís gonna stop me from beiní
a jerk
And if itís just me & the whiskey bottle whoís gonna pick my wife up
from work
Guess itís just me and the
Whiskey Bottle Now
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Jesus Dionysus
©1998

His momma swore she was a virgin but his daddyís 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 couldnít make Ďem 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
Mommaís little boy is stayiní 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 heíd spent three days in hell
Twelve disciples came into the bar and sat right down
Didnít 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
Mommaís little boy is doiní all right---Jesus Dionysus...the Sour Mash
Christ

When it was time for him to go he didnít 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 drinkiní him right now

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
Mommaís little boy is stayiní out all night---Jesus Dionysus...the Sour
Mash Christ
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Stuck On Planet Earth
©1988

Well...
Iím sittiní in an all night diner readiní yesterdays paper eatiní week
old doughnuts itís five oíclock
Iím on my twenty-third cup of coffee and the bathroom door is locked
I got a cigarette burniní coffeeís scaldiní 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 Iíll have to walk

Well... Shit Goddamn Iím just a man
    Stuck on Planet Earth
Oh my Oh dear what am I doiní here
    Stuck on Planet Earth

Well...
Thereís a godawful song on the radio I think I got a migraine itís
snowiní outside and my coffeeís gettiní cold
Thereís three cops at the counter laughiní at the worst joke Iíve ever
told
And I canít afford the bill let alone  the tip sneak out the
back door hit the road I think Iím gonna be sick
Canít get a ride I fade into the night suckiní on a mint toothpick

Well... Shit Goddamn Iím just a man
    Stuck on Planet Earth
Oh my Oh dear what am I doiní 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 ainít too excited Ďbout the company
Goin' back to my hometown where the big fat cops all know my name
Everybodyís glad to see me now wish that I could say the same
Some things fall on the ground
Werenít never meant to be picked up
I donít know if Iím talkiní Ďbout 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 somethiní stupid I did
The kids donít cruise the strip no more my favorite bar is a parking lot
I came runniní back, now Iím runniní for the door I don't feel so damn
hot
I took a look back... look around...
Hindsight is powerful stuff
Iíve 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; Iím so much older than I thought Iíd 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 canít stand up & I canít fall down...
I do beleive Iíve had enough
I came here to make a speech & Iíve been makiní apologies...
So much for History
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A Fugitives Plea
©1994

They started sweepiní up the streets this morniní
Theyíre puttiní on the squeeze good & tight
Theyíll leave no stone unturned Ďtil Iím strung up & burned
and I was wonderiní if I could spend the night

I guess Iíve really put you on the spot now
All things considered itís a whole lot to expect
They say Iím the devilís tool Hell, I just broke too many rules
Now thereíll 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 couldnít smash I burned
Or at least I might as well have as far as theyíre concerned

The judge & jury wonít be necessary
Theyíll execute me soon as I am found
Youíre free to shut the door and never see me no more
and Iíll 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

Donít know what Iím doiní
Donít know how I got here
Last thing I remember was one more round of beer
The room was spinniní
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 Ďem back
but they donít cut you any slack
Between the River & the Railroad Track

Little kids come down here
skippiní out of school
Iím 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
Iím just another shadow through your window pane
Iím burniní up a whitewall
from an old Cadillac
Waitiní 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-Balliní The Jack

Well I caught the bad news coming over the a.m. band
Theyíre 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 freightís gotta wait cos buddy Iím Vegas bound

Well I had to ditch that hitch somewhere east of Bakersfield
I didnít 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 doesnít see my trailer at the dock by three
But buddy it canít be helped; them tables are callin me

Cuz Iím 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
Deanoís singin ainít that a kick - Iím pushin the stick -  Yeh, I just let er rip
Cuz Iím hi-ballin the jack and gunnin for that Vegas strip

Well I got a big haired honey lookin good in her capriís
Sheís been stealing at the wheel and sheís savin it all for me
I placed a call to that doll said "unstash that cash
Donít ya hold back cosí weíll be needing it all
Iím a-lookin for the big score baby, lookin to make a haul"

Well, I aim to hit that strip with the throttle opened wide
Iím givin fair warnin all you slot jockeyís step aside
Cuz by the time that bull dog she gets to rest
Iíll be down on the town and I ainít gonna stall
Just like "Oceanís 11", honey, weíre a takin it all

Cuz Iím 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, IíM COMING IN ON THE DOWNSIDE OF A WEST COAST TURN AROUND
AND SINCE THE MISTAKE ON THE LAKE BUDDY IíVE KEPT THAT HAMMER DOWN
WITH MY EYES OPEN WIDE IíM ROCKING THIS RIG RIGHT HOME IN RECORD TIME
CAUSE WHEN YOUíRE FEELING THE CALL
ITíS JUST ANOTHER HAUL AND YOU BEST LET THAT DIESEL ENGINE UNWIND

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

WELL, I CAUGHT THE EYE OF A HONEY AT SOME MOM Ní 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 CANíT STAY
YEH BY THE TIME I HIT THE DOOR
SHEíLL BE LOOKING FOR ANOTHER WEASEL TO TAKE MY PLACE AWAY

BUT ITíS TWENTY-FOUR AND SEVEN Ė THREE SIXTY-FIVE
IF IíM NOT BUSY LEAVING THEN IíM JUST ABOUT TO ARRIVE
YEAH, IíM A LONG DISTANCE HAULING MAN DOING THE BEST I CAN
MY HOME IS WHAT I DRIVE AND ITíS 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 THATíS YOUR PLAN THEN LOAD HER UP AND IíLL BE ON MY WAY

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

YEH, ITíS 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 lilí 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-