Thank you, Lord, for all the miles without an accident. But I wanna ask just one more favor before my life is spent. Please, Lord, just once before I turn to dust, Let me run the wheels plumb off a Greyhound bus. You know, I have been running these highways, In this old rig for a long, long time. And I have been humiliated by them dang buses, Till it's a crime. An' even when I'm empty, Givin' it all she's got in high, Why they just blow them air horns, And flash them lights an' fly right on by.

Now, if I had me a big rig, That'd do about a hundred under a great big load, Well, I'd wind her up tight, And blow me one of them grey dogs plumb off the road. So, Lord, before my last run, Up one of them mighty golden stairs, I hope there will be an answer, To this poor old trucker's prayer.

But thank you, Lord, for all the miles without an accident. But I wanna ask just one more favor before my life is spent. Please, Lord, just once before I turn to dust, Let me run the wheels plumb off a Greyhound bus.