Confederate Son

I'm a road driver picking up a load
A long-haul trucker with a long way to go
Dispatcher says paste that rebel flag on your truck
snub old glory while I double clutch
No. No. That flag, it ain't a going.

A trucker, you can't take no guff
there's only one flag and that's enough for me.
Where's my load? Let's get rolling.

Well if you feel like that why don't you stuff it in your hat
It ain't going on my truck and that is that
oh, well, no load for me, I best be going.

Well, I'm proud to be a confederate son
but the stars and stripes that's the only one.

Another good old boy with a truck for hire
An old boy on bobbing tires
That's me, just deadheading back home

great grandpa was wounded at Gettysburg
he left a leg behind
he never made it through Monterey Pass
it was late on the 4th of July

Well, I'm proud to be a confederate son
but the stars and stripes that's the only one.

Yeah, I'm a good old boy and that's a fact
I love my country, this ain't no act
No. No. That flag it was never going

I'm sitting at home, not making a dime
Find me a load, I'll be right on time
Here it is. And that's me, back on the road.

I'm a long-haul trucker running 48 states
a truck driver for these united states.
oh yeah. Got to keep moving. Got to roll

Well, I'm proud to be a confederate son
but the stars and stripes that's the only one.



Credits
Writer(s): John R. Clark (jack Clark)
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