paroles de chanson Come Along and Ride This Train / Six Days On the Road / There Ain't No Easy Run / The Sailor On a Concrete Sea (Live) - Johnny Cash

Come along and ride this train
Come along and ride this train
'Cross the mountains, prairies, reservations, rivers, levees, plains
Come along and ride this train

Ride this train
Ride this train with me to where the great interstate highways cross the country
A hundred years ago, over that very ground, long before the roads were there
The lonely Pony Express rider carried the mail
Then came the stagecoach, with people and supplies moving cross-country
Today, carrying on that tradition, is a modern mover of America, the man behind the wheel
The truck driver

Well, I pulled outta Pittsburgh
Rollin' down that Eastern Seaboard
I got my diesel wound up
And she's runnin' like never before

There's a speed zone ahead, well alright
I don't see a car in sight

Six days on the road
And I'm a gonna make it home tonight

Well, my rig's a little old
But that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame from her stack
And that smoke's blowin' black as coal

My hometown is comin' in sight
If you think I'm a happy, you're right

Six days on the road
And I'm a gonna make it home tonight

Six days on the road
And I'm a gonna make it home tonight

16 forward gears, diesel smoke trailin' in the wind
18 tyres, checked and singin' on the pavement
5000 miles to cover, three weeks away from home
And it's work mister, it demands the best
And whether you're run is on interstate 70, or haulin' freight down the Eastern Seaboard
If you're a gear jammer, you know there ain't no easy runs

I was sittin' in the terminal, waitin' for my load
When a greenhorn driver came in, off the road
I heard him tell that foreman: "Get my little pink slip"
This run is too tough and I'm gonna quit

Now the foreman that day happened to be old Joe
Man, he was older than time. He said
Son, how long you been drivin' this rig?
You know I drove all shapes, forms, fashions and kinds
And here you are worried about this one little trip
Why I drove a million miles, and then some
He looked that greenhorn right in the eye and he said
Boy, there ain't no easy runs

I drove for Roadway, Interstate, Hopewell, Great Lakes
Walford Mac, Time, Mayflower, Freight Line
Specter, Yellow Transit, Western and Gillette
Redball, Rider, Northwestern, Big Seattle
Beaver, Bell, Hoover, McLeans
Gateway, Motor Freight, Transport, Vikes
Dixie, Ohio, Trans American South
East Tex, Mason Dixon, Watkins and Transcon
Wilson, Associates, got all that drivin' done
And I'll tell you boy: "There ain't no easy runs"

He said: "If you got a gal in Texas, they'll send you up to Maine"
And if you got a gal in New York, they'll send you out on the plains
I know what you're problem is, you got woman trouble, son
And I tell you boy: "There ain't no easy run"

I drove for Navajo, Rate, Goose, DC
North American, Allied, Baltimore Freight, PIE
Beemac, Curtis, Eastern and NX
Garrett, Ace, Federal and ETM
And Neptune, Hereon, Brinks and Sea Lab
There's Dudley, Dorsey, Bekins and Bellingham
Cooper, Detroit, Jones and American too
Nightway and Central, Standard and Boston Sue
Yunhan and Buckingham, got all that drivin' done
And I'll tell you boys: "There ain't no easy run"

I drove for United, ACME, Tanksley and Shaw
Grammer, Atlas, Strickland and Docks
Atlantic, Owens, Garrett and Beaumont
H&H, Murphy, Teal and Mohawk
Skill, Skaggs and all that drivin' done
And I'll tell you boys: "There ain't no easy run"
Ain't no easy run

The next time you see a big sami rollin' down the highway
Remember, the man at the wheel has a great heritage in America
Like the Pony Express rider, the stagecoach driver and the wagonmaster of all
No matter what the weather, no matter where the road
He's the man that delivers the goods
And whatever you eat tonight, whatever you wear, wherever you sleep
Remember, it's very likely that it was a trucker that brought you your food, clothes and your bed

Well, my ocean is four lanes wide
My waves are moutain high
I sail a twenty ton schooner
With the will of do-or-die

And my cargo must go through
To the port that waits for me
I live on luck, for I drive a truck
I'm a sailor on a concrete sea

So here's to the unsung hero
Though he don't make history
From coast to coast, let's drink a toast
To the sailor on a concrete sea
The sailor on a conrete sea

Take it easy truckers
There ain't no easy run