Trucker's Funeral Songtext
von Whitney Rose

Daddy was a trucker man,
Saw every inch of this fair land and more He didn′t mind the taxing
Hours, just loved the road like his old man before Me and my two
Sisters and my mama missed him while he was away But,
We held the fort in Georgia And daddy made
Sure all the bills got paid Mama always told him, "
Honey, get your rest and please mind what you eat" But I guess he
Didn't listen, his heart gave out when he was 53 [Verse 2] At my
Daddy′s funeral, we saw some folks we'd never seen before So,
I thought nothing of it when I saw four strangers walking through the
Door I heard the lady tell someone those three boys they were all her
Sons And then My eyes grew the size of saucers I
Could not believe what I heard next [Verse 3] She said, "
We came here to Georgia, all the way from California, where we lived,
To bury my poor husband here where he was born because that was his Wish" I looked at my mama,
But her eyes were locked on something like a bolt Three little
Versions of my daddy hanging off their widowed mother's coat Daddy′s
Wife in Georgia and his wife in California then locked eyes Neither
Of them said a word,
Just looked at each other and cried [Verse 4] Years have passed and
Now I have a growing little family of my own As you do so much in
Life, I just had to learn to let it go It′s hard enough to keep a
Family happy when you're dealing with just one Daddy
Kept two families happy, guess that′s a feat for anyone
At that trucker's funeral Two women buried wedding rings If
You′re at a trucker's funeral Be prepared for anything [Music]
At that trucker′s funeral Two women buried wedding rings
If you're at a trucker's funeral Be prepared for anything