Come Along and Ride This Train: Six Days on the Road / There Ain’t No Easy Run / Sailor on a Concrete Sea Songtext
von Johnny Cash

Come along and ride this train
Come along and ride this rain
Cross the mountains, prairies, reservations, rivers, levees, plains
Come along and ride this train

Ride this train
Ride this train with me to where the great Interstate highways cross the country
A hundred years ago over that very ground long before the roads were there
The lonely pony express rider carried the mail
Then came the stagecoach with people and supplies moving across country
Today, carrying on that tradition is the modern mover of America
The man behind the wheel, the truck driver

Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh rolling down that eastern sea board
I got my diesel wound up and she′s running like never before
There's a speed zone ahead, well alright! I don′t see a car in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight


Well, my rig's a little old but that don′t mean she′s slow
There's a flame from her stack and the smoke′s blowing black as coal
My home town is coming in sight, if you think I'm happy you′re right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road and I′m gonna make it home tonight

16 forward gears, diesel smoke trailing in the wind
18 tires checked and singing on the pavement
Five thousand miles to cover, three weeks away from home
And it's work, mister, it demands the best
And whether your run is on Interstate 70 or hauling freight down the eastern seaboard
If you're a gear jammer, you know there ain′t no easy runs

I was sittin′ in the terminal waitin' for my load
When a greenhorn driver came in, off the road
I heard him tell that foreman get my little pink slip
This run is too tough and I′m gonna quit

Now, the foreman that day happened to be old Joe
Man, he was older than time
He said, "Son, how long you been driving this rig?"
"You know, I've drove all shapes, forms, fashions and kinds"
"And here you are worried about this one little trip"
"Why, I′ve drove a million miles and then some"
He looked that greenhorn right in the eye and he said
"Boy, there ain't no easy runs"


I′ve drove for Roadway, Interstate, Hopewell, Great Lakes
Walford Mac, Time, Mayflower, Freight Lines
Specter, Yellow Transit, Western and Gillete
Red Ball, Rider, North Western, Big Seattle
Beaver, Bell, Hoover, McLeans, Gateway, Motor Freight, Transport Pikes
Dixie, Ohio, Trans American South, East Tex Mason, Dixon, Watkin and Transcon
Wilson, Associates got all that driving done
And I tell you, boy, there ain't no easy runs

Said, "If you got a gal in Texas, they'll send you up to Maine
And if you got a gal in New York, they′ll send you out on the plains"
"I know what your problem is, you got woman trouble, son"
And I tell you, boy, there ain′t no easy run

I've drove for Navajo, Rate, Goose, DC
North American, Caroline, Baltimore, Freight Park
New Mac, Curtis, Eastern and then NX
Garrett, Hayes, Federal and ETM
And Neptune, Herron, Brinks and Sea Lab
First Dudley, Dorsey, Bekins and Billingham
Cooper, Detroit, Jones and American, too
Nightway and Central, Standard and Boston Sue
Yunham, Buckingham got all that driving done
And I tell you, boys, there ain′t no easy run

I've drove for United, Acme, Tanksley and Shaw
Grammar, Atlas, Strickland and Docks
Atlantic, Owens, Karin and Bullman
H&H, Murphy Field and Mohawk
Skill, Skags got all the driving done
And I tell you, boys, there ain′t no easy run
Ain't no easy run

The next time you see a big semi roaring down the highway
Remember the man at the wheel has a great heritage in America
Like the Pony Express rider, the stagecoach driver and the wagon master of old
No matter what the weather, no matter where the road
He′s the man that delivers the goods
And whatever you eat tonight, whatever you wear, wherever you sleep
Remember it's very likely that it was a trucker
That brought you your food, clothers and your bed

Well, my ocean is four lanes wide, my waves are mountain high
I sail a 20 ton schooner with the will of do or die
And my cargo must go through to the port that waits for me
I live on luck for I drive a truck, I'm a sailor on a concrete sea
So, here′s to the unsung hero, though he don′t make history
From coast to coast, let's drink a toast
To the sailor on a concrete sea, the sailor on a conrete sea

Take it easy truckers, there ain′t no easy run