Chords for Johnny Russell "I'm A Trucker"

I'm a trucker, _ and now I'm gonna tell it to you exactly like it is. _ _
This ain't no job to glamorize [Eb] the way them singers do in all [Bb] their songs. _ _ _ _ _
[G] It's hell to be a family man [Eb] and have to spend your time away [Bb] from home. _ _ _ _ _
You strain your eyes and break it back to try [Bb] to buy the things your [Eb] family needs. _ _ _ _ _
[F] Then you wind up with an ulcer and the pain can drive you crazy when [Bb] it bleeds. _ _ _ _ _
You pull into a truck stop, [Eb] like a natural grab a [Bb] bite to eat. _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] You're looking for the restroom [Eb] cause your tired, naked body [Bb] needs relief. _ _ _ _ _
There's poems to read on every wall and some of them will make you [Eb] stop and think. _ _ _ _ _
[F] Like God loves truckers, alcoholics, all night DJs, eight-track [Bb] tapes and thieves.
_ [B] _ _ _
You take the T-bone special [E] and it's about as tough as [B] some old shoes. _ _ _ _
[Abm] But you wash it down with coffee [E] and wish to God you'd bought a [B] bowl of stew. _ _ _ _ _
You order homemade apple pie but the cook don't know the sugar [E] from the salt. _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] You'd like to choke that waitress but somehow you know it ain't that [B] woman's fault.
_ _ [C] _ _ _
_ Sleeping in a bunkhouse ain't [F] exactly like a fancy [C] hotel bed. _ _ _ _ _
You [Am] get a lumpy mattress [F] and a pillow that just barely [C] fits your head. _ _ _ _
You close your eyes and visualize the guy back home who thinks he's [F] such a hound. _ _ _ _ _
[G] You know he lives next door to you and you wonder if his wife is [C] out of town. _ _ _ _ _
You push a rig on down the line and fight the heavy traffic [F] on the road. _ _ _ _ _
[G] You reach your destination and there ain't a mother there to [C] help unload. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I just called my house _ _ and my neighbor answered, _ that dog.
_ _ _ I want to get me a Dolly Parton tape and get up in my sleeper in the hell of the world. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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