Giddy-Up-Go

The highways that wind and wander

Over mountains and valleys and deserts and plains

I guess I've drove about all of 'em

'Cause for the past twenty-five years now

The cab of a truck has been my home

And it'd be kinda hard for me to settle down and not be on the go

Why, I remember the first truck I drove

I was so proud, I could hardly wait to get home to show my wife and little boy

And my little boy was so excited, like when he saw his first snow

He wasn't old enough to say too many words

He just kept a-hollering, "Giddy-up-go, Daddy, giddy-up-go"

So that's what I named the old truck

Giddy-Up-Go

Oh, things wasn't too bad

Course, I was gone an awful lot

And then, after about six years of being in and out

I got home one day and found my wife and little boy gone

And I couldn't find out what happened

Nobody seemed to know

So, from that day on

It's just been me and old Giddy-Up-Go

Oh, I've made a lot of friends at all the truck stops

And some of 'em would kid me about my little sign

Course, they knew where I'd got the name

Course, I'd told 'em about that little boy of mine

And how his first word about the truck was, "Giddy-up-go"

Well, today I was barreling down old 66

When up beside me pulled a brand new diesel rig

Both stacks blowin' black coal

And as she pulled around and back in front of me

A big lump came in my throat

And my eyes watered like I had a bad old cold

A little sign on the back of the truck that read, "Giddy-Up-Go"

Well, I pushed old Giddy-Up and stayed right on him

Till the next truck stop, where he'd pulled up

And I waited till he went in, and I offered to buy him a cup

Well, we got to talkin' shop, and I said

"How'd you come by the name on your truck, Giddy-Up-Go?"

Well, he said, "I got it from my pop

Dad used to drive a truck

That's what mom talked about a lot

You see, I lost Mom when I was just past sixteen

And I lost all track of Pop

Mom said he got the name from me"

Well, I shook his hand and told him I had something I wanted him to see

And I took him out to the old truck and

Brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show

And his eyes got big and bright as he read "Giddy-Up-Go"

Oh, we had a lot of things to talk about, and buddy, I felt like a king

And now we've just pulled back on old 66

And he handled that rig better than any gear-jammer that I'd ever seen

Well, now the lines on the highway have got a much brighter glow

As we go roaring down the road

And me staring that little sign that reads

"Giddy-Up-Go"