The old truck is an old friend

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This old truck

Me and this old truck is hauling our
last load. Down this old bumpy road.
It bounces me up and down as it sways from side to side.
Now me and this old truck is on our last ride.
I can remember my dad and I would work the fields
from early morn to setting sun.
We'd work and work until all the work was done.
My dad on his old red tractor mowing grass, plowing fields, cutting hay.
Me and my old truck would haul it all away.
I can remember when this old truck was brand new.
I was so full of pride.
Now me and this old truck is on our last ride.
We were always seen together,
through all kinds of weather:
Rain, sleet, sun, snow.
This old truck would take me wherever I wanted to go.
This old truck would purr like a kitten and run like a deer.
Never once did this old truck get us stuck.
LORD how I love and will miss this old truck.
Well we finally come to our journey end.
All I can say is good-bye old friend...