Giddy-Up-Go
Composer(s): Tommy Hill; Red Sovine
Performer(s): Red Sovine;
and various other artists
The highways that wind and wander
Over mountains and valleys, deserts and plains
I guess I've drove about all of them
Because for the past 25 years the cab of a truck has been my home
And it'd be kind of hard for me to settle down and not be on the go
Why, 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
And my little boy was so excited, like when he saw his first snow
He wasn't old enough to say too many words
He just kept hollering, "Giddy up, go, Daddy! Giddy up, go!"
So that's what I named the old truck: Giddy Up, Go
Oh, things wasn't too bad
Of course, I was gone a lot
And after about six years, I got home one day
And found my wife and little boy gone
I 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
And some of them would kid me about my little sign
Of course, they knew where I got the name
Because I'd told them about that little boy of mine
And how his first word about the truck was "Giddy Up, Go!"
Today I was barreling down old 66
When up beside me pulled a brand-new diesel rig
Both stacks blowing black coal
And 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 bad 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'd pulled up
I waited until he went in and offered to buy him a cup
Well, we got to talking shop and I said
"How did you come by the name on your truck, Giddy Up, Go?"
"Well," he said, "I got it from my pop"
"Dad used to drive a truck
That's what Mom talked about a lot
You see, I lost Mom when I was just past sixteen
And I lost all track of Pop
Mama said he got the name from me"
I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to see
I took him out to the old truck
nd brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show
And his eyes got big and bright as he read Giddy Up, Go
Oh, we had a lot of things to talk about
And, buddy, I felt like a king
And now we've just pulled back on old 66
And he handled that rig better than any gear-jammer that I'd ever seen
Well, now the lines on the highway have got a much brighter glow
As we go roaring down the road
And we stare at that little sign that reads Giddy Up, Go
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