Draft

           Broken Down Trucker's Blues

Riley Lincoln

West Palm Beach, FL

July 2012

(Sing in sorrowful voice)

I'm broken down south of Memphis

  And won't be home tonight

Got the old trucker's blues

  And that's just not right

(regular voice)

Gonna coast into that old roadhouse

  Gonna find that man who can turn the wrenches tight

(sorrowful)

I'm broken down south of Memphis

  And won't be home tonight

Got the old trucker's blues

  And that's just not right

(regular)

Walked through the door, what a beautiful sght

  She had blond hair, blue eyes

And her skirt was up high and real tight

  She whispered in my ear, "I wanna be yours tonight"

(happy)

Oh-h-h I'm broken down south of Memphis

  And won't be home tonight

Got those broken down trucker's blues

  And that's just not right

(regular)

I walked further down the bar

  And there was the most beautiful girl by far

She was wearing short shorts, a beautiful brunette

  She whispered in my ear "for you I'd be easy to get"

(happy)

Oh-h-h I'm broken down south of Memphis

  And won't be home tonight

Got those broken down trucker's blues

  And that's just not right

(regular)

Wandered down by the juke box in back

  She had on a tight dress, all in black

She had beautiful red hair

  She whispered in my ear, "I'll give you a ride

You won't find at the county fair"

(happy)

Oh-h-h I'm broken down south of Memphis

  And won't be home tonight

Got those broken down trucker's blues

  And that;s just not good news

(regular)

After three days in the roadhouse

  Searching for the man that would turn the wrench

I found him in the corner sittin; on a bench

  He said "I'll take a look" and walked out the door

In ten minutes he came back and said "Same as before

  ....You're out of fuel"

O-h-h I'm broken down south of Memphis

  But comin' home tonight.