There Lies A Workhorse

The cab is in shambles, the bearings are shot
The tires are more than well worn.
The trailers are buckled, the skid plates are bent
All tarps are discoloured and torn.
The are no dogs and chains just a bag of old ropes
All knotted, to short and to frayed.
And it looks like the outfit has never been washed
Since the day when the gear was first made.
There are four broken side lights, a broken tool box
The mud flaps are gone from the rear.
The floor boards are missing, the U-bolts are loose
Not at all what you call first class gear.
From the mud and the dust inches deep on the wheel
I can see hard work written thereon.
One look underneath at that oil splattered sump
And I know every oil seal has gone.
How many hundreds of tons has it hauled,
And how many roads does it know
This truck once was some truck jockeys joy
Ah. but that was a long time ago
It lies here a wreck and they rob it for spares
It will soon be devoured by rust
Or some bulldozer driver will bury it deep
In its shroud of mud, grease and bulldust
The cab is in shambles, the bearings are shot
The tires are more than well worn.
The trailers are buckled, the skid plates are bent
All tarps are discoloured and torn.