Interstate 40 Songtext
von John D. Loudermilk

Walkin' down the shoulder of Interstate 40
Just a-cussin' every rock that I kick
Since I lost everything in the last depression
I just give up and I quit
But I'm happy though I ain't had nothing since morning
But a cold drink and a pie
And it rained up the road about an hour ago, ha, ha
But I walked these Brogans dry
Yeah, that's my life out on Interstate 40
But I'm a happy son of a gun
The government's given me Interstate 40
And the good Lord's give me a thumb
Now you gotta be careful out on Interstate 40
'Cause the highway men ain't dumb
There's a law against hikin' out on Interstate 40
So you gotta know who to thumb, ha, ha
But if you're like me you wouldn't mind at all
'Cause what the law calls punishment
Is 90 wonderful days of patchin'


Up on Interstate 40 cement
Yeah that's just my life out on Interstate 40
But I'm a happy son of a gun
'Cause the government's given me Interstate 40
And the good Lord's give me a thumb
Now the world's my castle
And the grass my carpet
And my heart is all my own
The rain's my bath
And Interstate 40 is my home sweet home sweet home
Now when I die just plant me close
To where the big trucks whine and moan
Just anywhere along ole Interstate 40
Will rest my weary bones
Ha ha ha that's my life out on Interstate 40
But I'm a happy son of a gun
'Cause the government's given me Interstate 40
And the good Lord's give me a thumb
And the good Lord's give me a thumb