We sang every song that driver knew ---- you and Bobby McGee Be Re-Born Love each other
Janis Joplin road my truck and wrote a song
Life is tough as a truck driver it is lonely and gives you too much time to think.
It was raining down cats and dogs and I was headed out on a long haul. My girl just left me. Heck why would she love a busted up cowboy who had to drive an 18 wheeler Peterbuilt down country roads just to miss the weigh stations and make an extra buck.
Feeling good enough would have been good enough. I had a busted back and some head broke stuff. But I could drink coffee and take aspirin enough to get by.
I had one wheel I was worried about -- it seemed to have taken a rock hard back by Flag Town. My CB was wide open and I was cussin that politician out of Tulsa Town who just moved there from Dallas.
14 hours later I was blasting 70 out of Baton Rouge on a down hill run. Headed out on the comeback to New Orleans. Movin a load of pork bellies I do remember.
And there the were. Janis and a boy named Bobby
I like this version from pink but we will do Janis later
I threw on my brakes and let those 20 thousand pounds settle a bit
(big trucks have what we call air brakes it ain't in the peddle or the metal)
Then I released the air brakes and shifted down through 8 gears and hit my brakes. It takes some work to bring tons to a stop. But I was feeling blue. And the speed I had been taking was wearin thin. So I stopped and picked up this couple just before the big rain hit hard. As soon as they hopped in the reefer smoke wafted off of them.
I was over weight and so on a back road. And then that gal Janis pulled a harpoon out of a dirty red bandanna. I told her I liked the radio. She flipped it off and started making some music that my pappy taught me.... I reckon she played every song this old driver knew.
I think you might like this version
I guess I am dead
I died back in them days. You know it is pretty easy to die. Ya just close your eyes and let everything just float away. Freedom is not worth nothing but it was good enough Back then I had the right and the freedom to die. Dying ain't so bad. We just give up and say "take me with it" and then drift away.
I am happy to have died back then. And I am just as happy to be alive today.
I do reckon that is what them funny bible thumpin Christians call "born again". But I was not born again for Christ. I was born for more coal mines of Kentucky and avalanches in Colorado. Nope that did not make me die again but I did.
We smoked, drank and we learned. Sex is not free. Fear takes it's toll and then we die. You may think dying to a way of life is easy. But it takes a toll, a heavy toll. I have some serious scars on my heart.
Here is the real one
We Die, We Live and there is so much more to do.
Janis left us to soon and chose not to come back? Bull. I think she came back as my first wife. No No No not really. But I am trying to get a point across here. Do you love this life enough to come back?
Maybe it is an addiction or alcoholism or a messy divorce or just old age. Come back please and love me and Bobby for we are not done yet and we want your company
We love you and know you love us. It would be nice to have you around.
Me I died hard and rose again twice. This one has been around awhile and has children and a great wife. Every day I fight other peoples problems, from court to loss of faith to debt reconstruction. And it is a good life because as Bobby taught us we are bold to say. Thanks for another day.