Old Sam good old Sam his truck drivin' days are almost gone
You laughed at ole Sam who just walked out the door He's been coffeeing up here for fifteen years or more You won't want to listen 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 The 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 jack-knified 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 ole Sam's always ready Oh 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 Ole Sam's a trucker's truck driver well they're mighty rare Well my friend I hope you get the message that clothes don't make the man Cause if every a man had the right to wear those clothes it's ole Sam You may fill out ole Sam's shoes before your drivin' days are through But you'll do a whole lot of livin' fore you do To the folks who know him he's a lot more than just ole Sam He's the blueprint the Lord used to make the truck drivin' man