Runaway Truck - Red Simpson

Well I loaded my truck in old LA and everything was a goin' fine

I was on my way to Bakersfield a headin' down that old grey flyin'

I was drivin' along feelin' mighty good oh I didn’t have to care

Till I reached for the breaks and I found out I didn’t have anywhere

Runaway I’m a goin' down down down runaway dangerous curves all around

If I’ll get out of this truck alive well there’s one thing for sure

I ain’t a gonna drive this big ole truck no more

Well I started pickin' up speed as each white line I passed by And I knew if I did ride alive I’ll bet I would have surely die

My head started pumpin' my heart started beatin' I didn’t know what to do And that’s when I heard myself a sayin' a prayer or two

Well I finally reached the bottom boy was I shook up I opened the door and I crawled out and walk away from that truck

I cought a ride to the nearest town where I called my boss on the phone

I said if you want that big iron mash she’s just sittin' out there alone