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.
 

Cowriters: Tommy Hill