Lyrics

[verse 1] [Spoken word]
breaker one-nine, this here's the Red Truck.
You gotta copy on me, drivers c'mon?
We lost, the Rubber Duck.
Mercy sakes alive, looks like the heavens just got a convoy...

[verse 2]
Was the darkest I ever remember,
the 2 8 of September.
A Kenworth pullin' logs.
Long nose Pete with a reefer on,
And a Mack haulin' hogs.

Looking' fer bears on I-10,
Just outside of Houston Town!
I heard, "hey Drivers, y’all hear about the Rubber Duck"……….

(In his memory I put the hammer down")

[chorus]
'Cause we just lost our convoy
How it rocked ' through the night
Cause we just lost our convoy
Wasn’t it a beautiful sight?

In our hearts we joined that convoy
nothin' gonna get in our way
As he rocked that truckin' convoy
'Cross the USA, (convoy)

[verse 3] [spoken word]
Ah, breaker, drivers, let’s remember the Duck.
How he showed us the way in that black truck
Yeah, 10-4, drivers time to show our respect,
To the duck and what it all meant.

[verse 4]
By the time he gets into Gods Town
All the drivers we lost, will all be found.
The highway in the sky
just beyond the cloverleaf.
The highway of golden roads, If that is yer belief.

[verse 5] [rapped]
Yeah, them smokies wont be thick as bugs on a bumper
They wont even have a bear in the air
Heaven will be Callin' all drivers,
this here's the Duck
Drivers stories sure to share.

[chorus]
Cause we just lost our convoy
How it rocked ' through the night
Cause we just lost our convoy
Wasn’t it a beautiful sight?

In our hearts we joined that convoy
nothin' gonna get in our way
As he rocked that truckin' convoy
'Cross the USA, (convoy)

[verse 6] [rapped]
I rolled up Interstate 44
My mind somewhere my truck on rails
Thinking it might be funny
To throw our E.L.D’s ' on the scales

[verse 7] [rapped]
By the time I hit that Chi-town
The news was hitting our soul.
I pulled in the truck stop to rest
Thinking of that truck in the sky, he’ll roll.

[verse 8] [rapped]
There's Pete’s, KW’s, Volvo’s, Mack’s,
freights, and nationals,
rigs of ev'ry size!
No chicken coops that was full'a bears,
No choppers filling the skies

[verse 9] [spoken word]
Well, I made the state line,
and us truckers are about broke.
What’s happened to our industry,
is just about a joke.
In a truck stop a thousand lonely' drivers cuss.
Maybe we’ll see eleven or so,
long-haired Friends a' Jesus
In a chartreuse micra-bus

[outro] [spoken word]
I’m gonna back on off now,
Time to get my rest.
To the trucker in the sky,
I will always think you’re the best.
Enjoy that truck with a stack in the back.
Maybe a few chicken lights and chrome, on that shiny new Mack.

[ending] [spoken word]
I’ll keep the bugs off my glass,
try to keep the bears off my ass.
I’ll keep driving the eleven,
Till I join you in heaven.

(Enjoy that Convoy in the Sky there ol Rubber Duck)