ballad of a trucker

When my mother and father met, he was a driving a truck — hauling potatoes from one little New Mexico town to another – and into Colorado.

My mother wrote the following poem during their ‘dating’ interlude — and a trucking company paid her for the rights to this poem, had it printed on cards, and gave copies to all of their truckers!


BALLAD OF A TRUCKER

Come all you fair ladies with hearts pure and true.
Love not a trucker, it’s heartbreak for you.
From flower to flower, just like a bee,
His love first lights on you, then lights on me.
With a heart that is fickle and a flattering tongue;
He courts all the ladies, the old and the young.
He loves you at night, and forgets you by morn.
You’re left with a heart that’s bleeding and torn.
He tells you he loves you, but it’s only in fun.
So be
ware of a trucker and his flattering tongue.

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  1. love it!

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