The Rumblers
( Truckmen )
These are the huskies who truck the freight
From Hudson River to Golden gate
These are the fellows who make the hauls
To Key West, Trenton, Niagara Falls.
Nor rain in torrents, nor snow in mounds
Shall stay these carriers from their rounds,
From dawn to darkness, from dark to dawn,
With bulging cargoes they rumble on.
They rumble, they rumble,
They rumble up and down
By desert, farm and town,
They rumble up the mountain, down the glen,
And when they've dumped their load
They rumble down the road
And loaded to the shackle-bolts again!
Basso-profundo the motor throbs
As these guys pilot theit ten-wheel jobs
9It takes a-plenty of skill and thought
To jockey the course of a juggernaut).
For whether it's steel for a Liberty ship
Or bombs addressed to the Hun or Nip,
It is their mission, it is their care
To rumble onward and get them there.
They rumble, they rumble
They rumble where they're sent
Around the continent
From anywhere to everywhere and back,
And any place you travel
In mud or sand or gravel
The Rumblers have already made a track.
These are the Rumblers, the highway Lords
Who scorn the Packards and snoot the Fords,
But kindly despots and quick to aid
When your gas runs out on a mountain grade,
And then they'e off as the gear-shift clanks
And the sound of the Diesels drowns your thanks,
And soon that, too, is a distant grumble,
For the war won't wait and they "gotta rumble."
They rumble, they rumble
They rumble far and wide
Rolling like a tide
They rumble where a rabbit couldn't climb
Across te country's highways
And by the trails and byways
they rumble in with plenty--on on time!
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