Chords for 'A Truckers Tribute To Red Sovine'

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I read in the papers some time ago [F#m] _ about the death of a man I didn't know.
[Em] _ Oh, I seen his face and heard his voice, [A] _ though I never met him, but not by choice.
[D] _ Still over the years of hauling loads, [F#m] he rode with me on many roads. _
[Em] Oh, I'd imagine him in the freezing chill _
[A] watching my semi top the hill. _ _
[D] _ He'd climb aboard and settle down and get [F#m] a mile closer to his hometown, _
[Em] and he'd sit
back there quiet and big _
[A] _ sharing my home, this interstate rig.
[D] _ Yeah, many times in the world of my mind we traveled in Phantom 309. _
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[D] I heard him bring a lot of joy _ into the life of a little cripple boy _ [Em] whose dad was killed
in a rig, you see. _
[A] So he talked to the trucks on his old CB _
[D] while reading the drivers for miles around.
[F#m] They thought of their sons in some far off [Em] town.
As man and boy talked, I heard the lad [A] say he'd sure like to ride 18 wheelers someday.
[D] Well those truckers came back, and I'm telling you, [A] I would have [F#m] been privileged to join that queue. _
[Em] I'll never forget that talk on the air. _
[A] Reading the cripple boy, Teddy Bears. _
[D] _ I often wonder wherever I go, did he drive a truck any time, do you know?
[Em] Because he knew how to talk to the guy at the wheel.
[A] Yeah, he surely felt what most truckers feel. _
[D] _ Sometimes I think I'd pack it all in.
_ Then [F#m] he'd talk to me with a friendly grin _
[Em] and tell me a story that sure made me feel
[A] _ proud to be sitting behind this old wheel. _
[D] _ But the off-sider's seat now that he isn't there _ [F#m] makes the cab of this rig seem empty and bare.
[Em] _ Though I never met him, I knew him so well.
[A] He made the mile shorter with every story he'd [D] tell.
Like a one of a kind on Route 58, by the hall of moonshine as gasoline freight.
[Em] _ I still hear his voice wherever I roam, [A] with these 18 wheels humming home sweet home. _
[D] _ Many rigs have been named, Phantom 309.
_ [F#m] Truckers' memory of Red. _ _
[Em] Big Red. _ _ _ _
[A] Red So Vine. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ All over the world, on every line, _ truckers salute you.
_ Red So Vine.
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