Wilson Silverstar 402 Blues Lyrics by Noeline Hofmann
Fence posts flying and the telephone wires
I’m flat out, straight-shot driving a big ol’ cattle liner
Hide sticking out the ovals of the corrugated Wilson
53-foot Silverstar Tri-Axle behind me
Cowkids pump their arms as I go by
They race me riding that line
On four steel shoes, let my horn cry
Ooh-ooh, ridin’
Ooh-ooh, ridin’
Truck-stop diners
Blown out tires
I’m making good time, man
I’m making a mile
Casino signs, sun-bleached billboard hotlines
Deer mangled on the shoulder
I just look away
Grit my teeth, man, I’d love a cigarette
Shake a toothpick into my hand
If it had a fortune to be told, it’s calloused over
Ooh-ooh, just keep rollin’
Ooh-ooh, just keep rollin’
Peer past the hood
Through the bugs smeared by my wipers
Stare on down that ball of fire
Kissing the horizon
I’ll pull in just before they find a room
Back up to the loading chute
And grab my lightning rod
And I lock eyes with a steer bound for glory
Greener pastures, greener pastures where he’s going
You’re gonna meet your maker, boy, meet your maker
Somewhere at the end of the alley
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
I locked eyes with a steer bound for glory
He told me where I was going
You’re gonna meet your maker, boy, meet your maker
Somewhere at the end of the alley
Beasts of burden, boy, we’re condemned son
Greener pastures in the mountains where we’re headin’
It takes a long haul to live forever
To reach that light at the end of the alley
It takes a long haul to live forever
Wilson Silverstar, the end of the alley
Ooh-ooh
A-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
