Porkopolis

Pig Truck Love Affair

• Ah, (cough, cough) got me a truck to use fer haulin’ pigs.
• It’s a big dirty truck and not clean like other rigs.
• My pig haulin’ truck is caked with rust, pig shit and piss.
• Ugly, stinkin’ flithy mess, impossible to miss.
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• We go down the highway, yeah, oink, oink, squeal!
• It’s a job, it’s a life, yeah, it’s how I buy my meals.
• The engine shakes and groans in the engine well
• as my pig truck rolls on the road to little piggy’s hell.
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• To Disneyland or Canada go families in their mini vans
• with the kids waving at the truckers with their sticky hands.
• If your little kids ever waved at me it would be a fluke,
• ’cause my truck is nasty and makes most people puke.
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• I could of had a different job, driving a different truck.
• A beer van, a city bus, even a taxi cab wouldn’t suck,
• but like Lucifer, I am a sort of angel that fell,
• instead of brimstone or lakes of fire, I have piggy smell.
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• Pig haulers never cry in their beer, or bitch or whine.
• No, we just roll down the road with a truck load of swine.
• It’s a lonely life, ya stop up the tears with a cork
• ’cause if it weren’t for me then you’d have to haul the pork.
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• It ain’t so bad, ’cause my truck is mine and mine alone
• I’m the king of pig hauling, yeah, my truck is my throne.
• On my own, I got no boss, or a back that’s ah achin’
• the pay is good, so you can say I really bring home the bacon.
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• When I ride in my pig truck, I thank the Lord above.
• Hauling pigs is more than a job, man, it’s an act love.
• And some day when I die I hope it’s in my rig.
• Don’t bury me, just grind me up and feed me to the pigs.