Pinwheel of Death

Red Sovine


SONGS

Writers Tommy Hill, Red Sovine

Genres Country, Pop

Recorded 1966

Lyrics THE HIGHWAYS THAT WIND
AND WANDER
OVER MOUNTAINS,
VALLEYS,
DESERTS AND PLAINS;
I THINK
I HAVE DROVE
ABOUT ALL OF THEM
'CAUSE
FOR TWENTY-FIVE YEARS NOW
THE CAB OF MY A TRUCK
HAS BEEN MY HOME,
IT WOULD BE KIND OF HARD
FOR ME TO SETTLE DOWN
AND NOT BE ON THE GO.
I REMEMBER THE FIRST TRUCK
I DROVE;
I WAS SO PROUD
I COULD HARDLY WAIT
TO GET HOME
AND SHOW MY WIFE
AND LITTLE BOY.
MY LITTLE BOY
WAS SO EXCITED
LIKE WHEN HE SAW
HIS FIRST SNOW.
NOT BEING QUITE OLD ENOUGH
TO SPEAK,
HE WASN'T OLD ENOUGH
TO SAY TOO MANY WORDS.
BUT HE KEPT HOLLERING,
GIDDY UP GO,
DADDY,
GIDDY UP GO.
SO THAT'S WHAT I NAMED
THE OLD TRUCK:
GIDDY UP GO.
AHH,
THINGS WASN'T TOO BAD,
COURSE I WAS GONE A LOT.
AFTER ABOUT SIX YEARS
I GOT HOME ONE DAY
AND FOUND MY WIFE
AND LITTLE BOY GONE.
COULDN'T FIND OUT
WHAT HAPPENED,
NOBODY SEEMED TO KNOW,
SO FROM THAT DAY ON
IT'S BEEN ME
AND OLD GIDDY UP GO.
I'VE MADE A LOT OF FRIENDS
AT ALL THE TRUCK STOPS,
SOME OF THEM WOULD KID ME
ABOUT MY LITTLE SIGN.
THEY KNEW WHERE
I HAD GOT THE NAME,
I HAD TOLD THEM
ABOUT THAT LITTLE BOY
OF MINE.
AND HOW HIS FIRST WORDS
ABOUT THE OLD TRUCK
WAS GIDDY UP GO.
TODAY I WAS BARRELLING DOWN
OLD 66,
WHEN UP BESIDE ME
PULLED A BRAND NEW DIESEL RIG,
BOTH STACKS BLOWING BLACK COAL.
AS HE PULLED AROUND
AND BACK IN FRONT OF ME,
A BIG LUMP
CAME IN MY THROAT
AND MY EYES WATERED
LIKE I HAD A OLD COLD.
A LITTLE SIGN
ON THE BACK OF THE TRUCK
THAT READ,
GIDDY UP GO.
WELL I PUSHED OLD GIDDY UP
AND STAYED RIGHT ON HIM
UNTIL THE NEXT TRUCK STOP
WHERE HE PULLED UP.
I WAITED 'TIL HE WENT IN
AND I OFFERED
TO BUY HIM A CUP OF COFFEE.
WE GOT TO TALKING SHOP.
I SAID,
HOW DID YOU COME BY THAT NAME
ON YOUR TRUCK,
GIDDY UP GO?
WELL HE SAID,
GOT IT FROM MY POP.
POP USE TO DRIVE A TRUCK,
THAT'S WHAT MOM TALKED ABOUT
A LOT.
YOU SEE I LOST MOM
WHEN I WAS JUST PAST 16,
AND I LOST ALL TRACK OF POP.
MOM SAID
HE GOT THE NAME FROM ME.
I SHOOK HIS HAND
AND TOLD HIM
I HAD SOMETHING
I WANTED HIM TO SEE.
TOOK HIM OUT
TO THE OLD TRUCK,
BRUSHED OFF SOME OF THE DIRT
SO THE NAME WOULD SHOW.
HIS EYES GOT BIG AND BRIGHT
AS HE READ GIDDY UP GO.
WE HAD A LOT OF THINGS
TO TALK ABOUT,
AND BUDDY,
I FELT LIKE A KING.
AND NOW WE'VE JUST PULLED BACK OUT
ON OLD 66,
AND HE HANDLED
THAT RIG BETTER
THAN ANY GEAR JAMMER
I'VE EVER SEEN.
NOW THE LINES ON THE HIGHWAY
HAVE GOT A BRIGHTER GLOW,
LOOK LIKE GOLDEN RIBBONS
AS WE GO ROARING
DOWN THE ROAD
AND ME STARING
AT A LITTLE SIGN
THAT READS GIDDY UP GO.
Writers Buddy Dee, Red Hayes

Genres Country

Recorded 1956

Lyrics HOLD EVERYTHING
'TILL I COME HOME;
NO MATTER HOW LONG
I'M GONE.
DON'T BE TEMPTED
BY THEIR MONEY
AND BOOZE;
NOBODY'S
GONNA FILL MY SHOES.
WHEN I GET BACK
I WON'T EVEN KNOCK;
'CAUSE
THE SAME OLD KEY
FITS
THE SAME OLD LOCK.
HOLD EVERYTHING
'TILL I COME HOME;
NO MATTER HOW LONG
I'M GONE.

HOLD EVERYTHING
'TILL I COME HOME;
NO MATTER HOW LONG
I'M GONE.
DON'T TRY TO SELL
OUR LITTLE OLD SHACK,
JUST KEEP IT
'TILL I GET BACK.
JUST KEEP EVERYTHING
IN APPLE SHAPE;
IF YOU FEEL TOO FRISKY
JUST PUT ON THE BRAKES.
HOLD EVERYTHING
'TILL I COME HOME;
NO MATTER HOW LONG
I'M GONE.

HOLD EVERYTHING
'TILL I COME HOME;
NO MATTER HOW LONG
I'M GONE.
JUST MEET HIM
AT THE DOOR
WITH A FORTY-FOUR
AND TELL HIM
I MIGHT GET SORE.
IF THEY ASK
FOR A DATE,
JUST SHOW THEM
THE GATE;
AND IF
THEY DON'T LIKE IT,
TELL 'EM
THEY'RE TOO LATE.
HOLD EVERYTHING
'TILL I COME HOME;
NO MATTER HOW LONG
I'M GONE.

HOLD EVERYTHING;
I'M A-COMING HOME;
NO MATTER HOW FAR
I ROAM.
WHEN I RETURN,
WE'RE GONNA BE ALONE.
WE'LL FORGET
I'VE EVER BEEN GONE.
WHEN I GET BACK,
IF YOU'VE BEEN SWEET;
WE WON'T EVEN HAVE
MUCH TIME TO EAT;
HOLD EVERYTHING,
'TILL I COME HOME;
NO MATTER HOW LONG
I'M GONE.
Writers Kelso Herston, Dick Miles, Bob Prather

Genres Country, Americana, Classic Country, Spoken Word

Recorded 1972

Lyrics verse 1:
spoken
WE'D FINISHED DINNER
AND I'D GONE
INTO THE DEN
AND TURNED ON THE TV
WHEN SHE WALKED IN
AND KISSED ME
ON THE CHEEK
LIKE A MILLION TIMES
BEFORE.
SHE SAID,
I KNOW IT'S LATE,
BUT IF YOU DON'T MIND,
MY SHOPPING'S
GOT A LITTLE BEHIND
AND I THINK
I'LL DRIVE DOWNTOWN
TO THE GROCERY STORE.

verse 2:
I DIDN'T LOOK UP,
I JUST NODDED OK
AND ASKED HER
TO HAND ME
AN ASHTRAY.
AND WHEN SHE DID
I REACHED OVER
AND SQUEEZED HER HAND,
AND THEN SHE LEFT
AND I SHUDDERED A MINUTE
AND THOUGHT OF MY WORLD
WITHOUT HER IN IT
AND I REASSURINGLY
SOUGHT THE TOUCH
OF MY WEDDING BAND.

verse 3:
I MUST HAVE BEEN DOZING,
'CAUSE I DIDN'T HEAR
THE DOOR,
AND I THOUGHT,
STRANGE,
I'VE NEVER DONE THAT
BEFORE.
BUT I LOOKED UP
AND SHE WAS STANDING
BY MY CHAIR,
HUH,
KINDA SNUCK UP ON ME,
I SAID
AND SHE SMILED
AND NODDED HER HEAD.
AND I TOLD HER
SHE LOOKED JUST LIKE
AN ANGEL
STANDING THERE.

verse 4:
FOR A LONG MOMENT,
SHE DIDN'T SAY A THING,
AND THEN SHE CARESSED
HER GOLD WEDDING RING
AND I THOUGHT I SAW
A TEARDROP IN HER EYE...
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH
I LOVE YOU,
SHE SAID,
AND I THOUGHT
OF THE MANY YEARS
WE'D BEEN WED...
AS I TOLD HER
NO ONE COULD BE
AS HAPPY AS I...
...AND THEN
THE STRANGEST FEELING
FILLED THE ROOM...
NOT ONE OF HAPPINESS,
BUT ONE OF GLOOM...
AND FOR THE FIRST TIME
IN MY LIFE,
I SAW SADNESS
IN HER FACE...
I REACHED OUT
TO TOUCH HER
AND SHE DREW AWAY...
AND TOLD ME AGAIN
THAT OURS WAS A LOVE
THAT TIME
COULD NEVER ERASE...
AND THEN I THOUGHT
I HEARD
A THOUSAND VOICES SINGING
AND I REALIZED
IT WAS THE TELEPHONE RINGING...
AND THAT'S WHEN
I SAW THE HALO
SURROUND HER GOLDEN HAIR...
I TURNED TREMBLING
TO THE RECEIVER
AND I HEARD
A COLD VOICE SAY
THAT THERE'D BEEN A WRECK
OUT ON THE HIGHWAY.
AND I KNEW
THAT WHEN I LOOKED BACK
SHE WOULDN'T BE THERE,
BECAUSE
spoken or sung
IT WAS AN ANGEL'S WAY
OF SAYING GOODBYE.
Writers George Jones

Genres Country

Recorded 1956

Lyrics WELL I CAN MEET YOU IN THE STREET
AND I'LL STOP AND TALK TO YOU,
YOU CAN WALK AROUND THE BLOCK
AND I WILL WALK AROUND IT TOO.
YOU CAN SIT DOWN IN THE PARK,
DO SOME LOVIN' IN THE DARK,
BUT TO ME YOU DON'T APPEAL
'CAUSE THERE AIN'T NO MONEY IN THIS DEAL.

NOW YOU MIGHT SAY, LET'S EAT,
AND I MIGHT SAY, ALL REET,
AND YOU SAY I'M YOUR CHOICE,
BUT I NEVER WILL REJOICE.
UNLESS YOU CAN PAY THE BILL,
OUR ROMANCE WONT BE REAL.
MY LOVE YOU CANNOT STEAL
'CAUSE THERE AIN'T NO MONEY IN THIS DEAL.

WELL IF YOU WANT ME DEAR
COME AND GET ME, I'LL BE HERE.
AND I WILL MARRY YOU
IF YOU SAY THAT YOU WILL DO
ANYTHING I TELL YOU TO.
YOU BUY ME AN AUTOMOBILE,
BUT I WON'T STAY WITH YOU STILL
UNLESS THERE'S MONEY IN THIS DEAL.

WELL THEN SHE TURNED AROUND AND SAID
SHE'D RATHER BE DEAD
THEN TO SEE ME SPEND HER MONEY
WHEN I AIN'T NEVER CALLED HER HONEY,
THEN THAT'S ALL FOR YOU, BILL
SHE'S ALREADY GOT HER FILL
TOLD ME TO GO FIND ANOTHER
'CAUSE THERE AIN'T NO MONEY IN THIS DEAL.

I MEAN IT BABY,
THERE'S NO MONEY IN THIS DEAL.
Writers Tommy Faile

Genres Country, Americana, Classic Country, Spoken Word

Recorded 1967

Lyrics I WAS OUT ON THE WEST COAST
TRYIN' TO MAKE A BUCK.
THINGS DIDN'T WORK OUT,
I WAS DOWN ON MY LUCK.
GOT TIRED OF ROAMIN'
AND BUMMIN' AROUND,
SO I STARTED THUMBING BACK EAST
TOWARD MY HOME TOWN.

MADE A LOT OF MILES
THE FIRST TWO DAYS,
I FIGURED I'D BE HOME IN A WEEK,
IF MY LUCK HELD THIS WAY.
BUT THE THIRD NIGHT
I GOT STRANDED WAY OUT OF TOWN
AT A COLD LONELY CROSSROAD,
RAIN WAS POURING DOWN.

I WAS HUNGRY AND FREEZIN',
DONE CAUGHT A CHILL,
WHEN THE LIGHTS OF A BIG RIG SEMI
TOPPED THE HILL.
LORD, I WAS SURE GLAD
TO HEAR THEM AIR BRAKES COME ON,
AND I CLIMBED IN THAT CAB
WHERE I KNEW IT WOULD BE WARM.

AT THE WHEEL SAT A BIG MAN,
HE WEIGHED 'BOUT TWO TEN.
HE STUCK OUT HIS HAND
AND SAID WITH A GRIN,
BIG JOE'S THE NAME.
I TOLD HIM MINE,
HE SAID,
THE NAME OF MY RIG'S PHANTOM 309.

I ASKED HIM
WHY HE CALLED HIS RIG SUCH A NAME.
HE SAID,
SON, THIS OLD MACK
CAN PUT 'EM ALL TO SHAME.
THERE AIN'T A DRIVER
OR A RIG RUNNIN' ANY LINE,
THAT'S SEEN NOTHIN'
BUT TAIL LIGHTS FROM PHANTOM 309.

WE RODE AND TALKED
THE BEST PART OF THE NIGHT,
WHEN THE LIGHTS OF A TRUCK STOP
CAME IN SIGHT.
HE SAID, I'M SORRY, SON,
THIS IS FAR AS YOU GO,
'CAUSE I GOTTA MAKE ANOTHER TURN
JUST UP THE ROAD.

HE TOSSED ME A DIME
AS HE PULLED HER IN LOW,
AND SAID,
HAVE YOURSELF A HOT CUP ON OLD BIG JOE.
WHEN JOE AND HIS RIG
ROARED OUT IN THE NIGHT
IN NOTHIN' FLAT,
HE WAS CLEAN OUT OF SIGHT.

I WENT INSIDE AND ORDERED ME A CUP,
TOLD THE WAITER
BIG JOE WAS SETTIN' ME UP.
YOU COULDA HEARD A PIN DROP,
IT GOT DEATHLY QUIET
AND THE WAITER'S FACE
TURNED KINDA WHITE.

DID I SAY SOMETHIN' WRONG?,
I SAID WITH A HALF WAY GRIN.
HE SAID, NO,
THIS HAPPENS EVERY NOW AND THEN.
EVERY DRIVER IN HERE
KNOWS BIG JOE,
BUT, SON,
LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED
'BOUT TEN YEARS AGO.

AT THE CROSSROADS TONIGHT
WHERE YOU FLAGGED HIM DOWN,
THERE WAS A BUS LOAD OF KIDS
ACOMING FROM TOWN.
THEY WERE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE
WHEN JOE TOPPED THE HILL,
IT COULD HAVE BEEN SLAUGHTER
BUT HE TURNED HIS WHEELS.

JOE LOST CONTROL,
WENT INTO A SKID,
GAVE HIS OWN LIFE
TO SAVE THAT BUNCH OF KIDS.
AND THERE AT THAT CROSSROADS
WAS THE END OF THE LINE
FOR BIG JOE AND PHANTOM 309.

BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN,
SOME HIKER'LL COME BY,
AND LIKE YOU,
BIG JOE'LL GIVE 'EM A RIDE.
HERE, HAVE ANOTHER CUP
AND FORGET ABOUT THE DIME,
KEEP IT AS A SOUVENIR
FROM BIG JOE AND PHANTOM 309.