Big Footed Dan

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Benny Martin - Country

Big Footed Dan

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Won't you shake hands, buddy, with a truck-driving man A-running from the coast to the southern lands Hit the Smokey Mountains, but I have no fear Airbrakes're screamin' and I'm fightin' with the gears Got a load of freight outta New Orleans Find I missed the scales into Tennessee A fifty-dollar fine would nearly kill my soul Eatin' up the profit of my doggone load I got a baby down in Caroline Pret'-near like a hearse, sorta chills my spine Smoke from a diesel rollin' by my van I can hear her callin' for her big-footed Dan The going gets hard, how, nobody knows The road patrol's hungry so hе flagged me off the road Hе said I's speedin' by his radar scan Speedin' up a hill with an overloaded van I see a sign blinkin', says, The Best Truck Stop I stopped for awhile to see what they've got Twenty-cent coffee makes me think I'm robbed Listenin' to the waitress gripin' 'bout her job Won't you shake hands, buddy, with a truck-driving man A-running from the coast to the southern lands Hit the Smokey Mountains, but I have no fear Airbrakes're screamin' and I'm fightin' with the gears Got a load of freight outta New Orleans Find I missed the scales into Tennessee A fifty-dollar fine would nearly kill my soul Eatin' up the profit of my doggone load I got a baby down in Caroline Just to dream about her sorta chills my spine With a nickel cigar and a whistle of the wind I can hear her callin' for her big-footed Dan I can hear her callin' for her big-footed Dan

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Writers
  • Ken Clark