Old Sam Songtext
von Red Simpson

Old Sam, good old Sam
His truck drivin′ days are almost gone

You laughed at old Sam who just walked out the door
He's been coffeein′ up here for fifteen years or more

You won't want to listen, but, well, the coffee's on the house
So you′re stuck
Fifty mission caps and boots don′t make a man safe in a truck
The same goes for fancy belt buckles and chain drive pocketbooks
A man ain't born that can tell another man′s talent by his looks
Now, I don't suppose those overalls did impress you a lot
Or that cold and useless arm the old man′s got


That arm's gone because he jackknifed a rig in the fog
You see, there was a child walkin′ in the road
Searchin' for his lost dog
If someone needs help on the road, well, old Sam's always ready
Ah, and they don′t need to be female
Waiting all smiles, young and pretty
He picks up every hitchhiker, Sam says nobody′s all bad
Well, up to date, seven of 'em′s rolled him for every dime he had

You see there's more to drivin′
A truck than gettin' from here to there
Old Sam′s a trucker's truck driver, and, well, they're mighty rare

Well, my friend, I hope you get the
Message that clothes don′t make the man
′Cause if ever a man had a right to wear those clothes, it's old Sam
You may fill out old Sam′s shoes before your drivin' days are through
But you′ll do a whole lot of livin' before you do
To the folks who know him, he′s a lot more than just old Sam
He's the blueprint the Lord used to make the truck drivin' man

Old Sam
His truck drivin′ days are almost gone