trucking music - The Orange Mane

Spider · 07-01-2006, 09:12 PM

songs that I love .........
http://www.thetruckersreport.com/trucking_music.shtml

Spider · 07-01-2006, 09:14 PM

18 wheels in the moonlight is good ......
the songs that are not on there .......
prisoner of the highway = Simply the greatest trucking song ever .....
Nitro expres damn good one ......
white line fever ..my dad trucked with the guy that wrote that song ....

Pezman · 07-01-2006, 09:15 PM

Any road song has to include Eddie Rabbit bro!

Quote:

Well the midnight headlight find you on a rainy night
steep grade up ahead slow me down makin no time
gotta keep rollin
those windshield wipers slappin out a tempo
keepin perfect rhythm with the song on the radio
gotta keep rolling

Chorus:
Ooh I'm driving my life away, looking for a better way, for me
ooh I'm driving my life away, looking for a sunny day

Verse2: Well the truck stop cutie comin' on to me
tried to talk me into a ride said I wouldn't be sorry
but she was just a baby
well waitress pour me another cup of coffee
pop me down jack me up shoot me out headin down the highway
lookin for the morning

Spider · 07-01-2006, 09:17 PM

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Originally Posted by Pezman

Any road song has to include Eddie Rabbit bro!

he was good also , but way over played ..........Songs that will get you a ticket . Steve Earl Copperhead road ........ Just about anything from Dwight Yokum

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Pezman · 07-01-2006, 09:19 PM

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Originally Posted by §Pide®

he was good also , but way over played ..........Songs that will get you a ticket . Steve Earl Copperhead road ........ Just about anything from Dwight Yokum

.......

Over on the rock side, BTO had that song "Let it ride"

I swear everytime I'm on the road I have to sing along with it, even if I look like a big doofus jamming to the music

Spider · 07-01-2006, 09:22 PM

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Originally Posted by Pezman

Over on the rock side, BTO had that song "Let it ride"

I swear everytime I'm on the road I have to sing along with it, even if I look like a big doofus jamming to the music

. I look like a doofus jamming out myself ........ Lynard Skynard ..... and guns and Roses Sweet Child o mine ......

BroncoBuff · 07-02-2006, 10:52 AM

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Originally Posted by §Pide®

. I look like a doofus jamming out myself ........ Lynard Skynard ..... and guns and Roses Sweet Child o mine ......

Great choices ... add to that list Brooks & Dunn:

"Only in America"
"My Maria"

L.A. BRONCOS FAN · 07-02-2006, 06:12 PM

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Originally Posted by §Pide®

. I look like a doofus jamming out myself ........ Lynard Skynard ..... and guns and Roses Sweet Child o mine ......

"Highway Song" by Blackfoot (from the album "Strikes") is the quintessential driving song for those who enjoy Lynyrd Skynyrd-type music.

TDmvp · 07-06-2006, 02:14 AM

how long you been a truckin spider

my fathers been doin it sence the 60s shiver ... and always just wondered how long you been driven ... now he has his own authority and just takes a load now and then... BIG volvo fan has like 34 volvos now a few other odd makes thrown in a pete or 2 and a couple Kws....

you primary a west coast thing

Tredici · 07-06-2006, 08:08 AM

Enjoy the Harry Chapin lyrics to one of the best trucking songs - ever.

30,000 Thousand Pounds of Bananas

It was just after dark when the truck started down
the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas.

He was a young driver,
just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
for everyone in that coal-scarred city
where children play without despair
in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John) .

He passed a sign that he should have seen,
saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
who was waiting at the journey's end.
He started down the two mile drop,
the curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
delights went through him.
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down.
But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
He said "Christ!"
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
riding on his fear-hunched back
was every one of those yellow green
I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
and Blue-Crossed seven people.
it was then he lost his head,
not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
And he slid for four hundred yards
along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

You know the man who told me about it on the bus,
as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania,
he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
and he said (and this is exactly what he said)
"Boy that sure must've been something.
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas.
Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds.
of Bananas. not no driver now. Just bananas!"

A woman walks into her room where her child lies sleeping,
and when she sees his eyes are closed,
she sits there, silently weeping,
and though she lives in Scranton, Pennsylvania
She never ever eats ... Bananas
Not one of thirty thousand pounds .... of bananas

Spider · 07-06-2006, 08:21 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by TDmvp

how long you been a truckin spider

my fathers been doin it sence the 60s shiver ... and always just wondered how long you been driven ... now he has his own authority and just takes a load now and then... BIG volvo fan has like 34 volvos now a few other odd makes thrown in a pete or 2 and a couple Kws....

you primary a west coast thing

Damn near 22 years .......Naw I try to stay in the rocky mountians , down to Missisippi ....... Been seen in az

Spider · 07-06-2006, 08:23 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tredici

Enjoy the Harry Chapin lyrics to one of the best trucking songs - ever.

30,000 Thousand Pounds of Bananas

It was just after dark when the truck started down
the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas.

He was a young driver,
just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
for everyone in that coal-scarred city
where children play without despair
in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John) .

He passed a sign that he should have seen,
saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
who was waiting at the journey's end.
He started down the two mile drop,
the curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
delights went through him.
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down.
But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
He said "Christ!"
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
riding on his fear-hunched back
was every one of those yellow green
I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
and Blue-Crossed seven people.
it was then he lost his head,
not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
And he slid for four hundred yards
along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

You know the man who told me about it on the bus,
as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania,
he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
and he said (and this is exactly what he said)
"Boy that sure must've been something.
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas.
Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds.
of Bananas. not no driver now. Just bananas!"

A woman walks into her room where her child lies sleeping,
and when she sees his eyes are closed,
she sits there, silently weeping,
and though she lives in Scranton, Pennsylvania
She never ever eats ... Bananas
Not one of thirty thousand pounds .... of bananas

I will have to check this song out .. though I am not wild about Trucking songs that end in a wreck

Tredici · 07-06-2006, 10:33 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by §Pide®

I will have to check this song out .. though I am not wild about Trucking songs that end in a wreck

It's kind of hard to tell from just reading the lyrics but the song was actually very fun when done in concert. Harry Chapin will always remain one of the greatest story telling songwriters to have lived.

RIP Harry.

--- There was an alternate ending included in the performances -

Yes, we have no Bananas
No Bananas in
Scranton P A

Ha.

Spider · 07-06-2006, 10:58 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tredici

It's kind of hard to tell from just reading the lyrics but the song was actually very fun when done in concert. Harry Chapin will always remain one of the greatest story telling songwriters to have lived.

RIP Harry.

--- There was an alternate ending included in the performances -

Yes, we have no Bananas
No Bananas in
Scranton P A

Ha.

I will check it out .....

Northman · 07-06-2006, 04:14 PM

My trucking music is all metal. country would flat out put me to sleep.

Alkazar · 07-06-2006, 04:17 PM

Man and here I was thinking of songs by Red Sovine.

Six days on the road is a good song too.

Hogan11 · 07-06-2006, 07:52 PM

Talkin' about road music and not one mention of Radar Love?

Spider · 07-06-2006, 07:55 PM

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Originally Posted by Hogan11

Talkin' about road music and not one mention of Radar Love?

never heard it ...who sings it ?

Saddletramp · 07-06-2006, 08:04 PM

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Originally Posted by §Pide®

never heard it ...who sings it ?

Golden Earring.

Spider · 07-06-2006, 08:05 PM

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Originally Posted by Saddletramp

Golden Earring.

Never heard of him ...... is it rock ?

Hogan11 · 07-06-2006, 08:06 PM

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Originally Posted by §Pide®

Never heard of him ...... is it rock ?

Classic rock, a golden oldie and I'm sure you'd recognize it if you heard it. It's widely regarded as the ultimate driving song.

Saddletramp · 07-06-2006, 08:07 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by §Pide®

Never heard of him ...... is it rock ?

You have heard it I'm sure, ya just dont realize it.

Hogan11 · 07-06-2006, 08:09 PM

I almost called it a "one hit wonder" and then I remembered "Twilight Zone"

Spider · 07-06-2006, 08:10 PM

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Originally Posted by Saddletramp

You have heard it I'm sure, ya just dont realize it.

could be , I just dont know it by name

Spider · 07-06-2006, 08:10 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Hogan11

Classic rock, a golden oldie and I'm sure you'd recognize it if you heard it. It's widely regarded as the ultimate driving song.

I do like Steve Earls Copperhead road ........

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07-01-2006, 09:14 PM	#2
Spider Mr Diplomacy I survived Tebow Mania at the Mane Join Date: May 2001 Location: Elway was just an arm =MacGruder Posts: 84,438 Adopt-a-Bronco: Von Miller	18 wheels in the moonlight is good ...... the songs that are not on there ....... prisoner of the highway = Simply the greatest trucking song ever ..... Nitro expres damn good one ...... white line fever ..my dad trucked with the guy that wrote that song ....

07-06-2006, 02:14 AM	#9
TDmvp Ring of Famer Join Date: Mar 2004 Posts: 8,053	how long you been a truckin spider my fathers been doin it sence the 60s shiver ... and always just wondered how long you been driven ... now he has his own authority and just takes a load now and then... BIG volvo fan has like 34 volvos now a few other odd makes thrown in a pete or 2 and a couple Kws.... you primary a west coast thing

07-06-2006, 08:08 AM	#10
Tredici Ring of Famer Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 10,010	Enjoy the Harry Chapin lyrics to one of the best trucking songs - ever. 30,000 Thousand Pounds of Bananas It was just after dark when the truck started down the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania. Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas. Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas. He was a young driver, just out on his second job. And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits for everyone in that coal-scarred city where children play without despair in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day about thirty thousand pounds of bananas. Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John) . He passed a sign that he should have seen, saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend." He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman who was waiting at the journey's end. He started down the two mile drop, the curving road that wound from the top of the hill. He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot. Just a few more miles to go, then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away. and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas. Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas. He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him. But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights delights went through him. His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down. But the pedal floored easy without a sound. He said "Christ!" It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now. He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide, riding on his fear-hunched back was every one of those yellow green I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas. Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas. He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade. And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour. And he said "God, make it a dream!" as he rode his last ride down. And he said "God, make it a dream!" as he rode his last ride down. And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars, clipped off thirteen telephone poles, hit two houses, bruised eight trees, and Blue-Crossed seven people. it was then he lost his head, not to mention an arm or two before he stopped. And he slid for four hundred yards along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania. All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas. You know the man who told me about it on the bus, as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania, he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head, and he said (and this is exactly what he said) "Boy that sure must've been something. Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas. Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas. Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds. of Bananas. not no driver now. Just bananas!" A woman walks into her room where her child lies sleeping, and when she sees his eyes are closed, she sits there, silently weeping, and though she lives in Scranton, Pennsylvania She never ever eats ... Bananas Not one of thirty thousand pounds .... of bananas

07-06-2006, 04:14 PM	#15
Northman The Enigma Prognosis Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: Maryland Posts: 17,925 Adopt-a-Bronco: Bryci	My trucking music is all metal. country would flat out put me to sleep.

07-06-2006, 04:17 PM	#16
Alkazar NPN Mascott Bronco's Thunder Join Date: May 2001 Location: Denver, CO Posts: 4,709 Adopt-a-Bronco: Steph Alexander	Man and here I was thinking of songs by Red Sovine. Six days on the road is a good song too.

07-06-2006, 07:52 PM	#17
Hogan11 Rock-N-Roll Historian Let's take these SOB's out!!!!!! Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: W.NY.B.C. Posts: 21,300 Adopt-a-Bronco: Floyd Little	Talkin' about road music and not one mention of Radar Love?

07-06-2006, 08:09 PM	#23
Hogan11 Rock-N-Roll Historian Let's take these SOB's out!!!!!! Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: W.NY.B.C. Posts: 21,300 Adopt-a-Bronco: Floyd Little	I almost called it a "one hit wonder" and then I remembered "Twilight Zone"