Daddy made a livin drivin a truck and he'd chase that dotted line.
From dallas, texas he'd head on up drivin north on 35.
He'd hang a right on 44 till he passed st.
Louis arch then north again on 55 to chicago then he'd park.
With the radio on he'd pass the time from town to town he'd sing a good ole' fashion country somg woth a little bit a western swing.
Then often times the blue bird skies and the wind would blow just right through pops and cracks he'd find the opry live on saturday night.
He'd say plaaaaay wont you play me down play, play me down the road.
He'd say plaaaaay won't you play me down play, play me down the road.
That big ole' caterpillar purr and those 18 wheels would hum.
Fiddles played and banjos rang and guitars picked and strummed.
Dad sang along to them bluegrass songs with them high and lonesome sounds helped him keep his shiny side up and the tires on the ground.
He'd say plaaaaay wont you play me down play, play me down the road.
He'd say plaaaaay won't you play me down play, play me down the road.
He'd song george jones, johny cash, and david allan coe, dolly porter, earnest tub, merle, and bill monroe.
He'd say plaaaaay wont you play me down play, play me down the road.
Why don't you plaaaaay won't you play me down play, play me down the road.
Why don't you plaaaaay won't you play
Me down play, play me down the road.
Why don't you plaaaaay won't you play
Me down play, play me down the road.