The year is two thousand and eighty

And hardly a highway remains

Gone are the days of the diesel

And songs about wrecks in the rain

The Macs and MacLeans have all rusted away

The Harvesters rot in the sand

And in a deserted truck stop sits Tennessee Thompson

The world's last truck drivin' man



He lit up the world's last Lucky

Got his last cup of coffee refilled

Then he stared at the sky for one final high

Took the world's last little white pill

He said world you are losin' your truckers

And your suckers do not give a damn

You're freightin' in space and there just ain't no place

For a hard ridin' truck drivin' man



The world's last truck drivin' man

His left arm is losin' its tan

The rest all went broke and just went up in smoke

He's the world's last truck drivin' man



Then he sat there and drank to old mem'ries

And Doreen sat there dryin' his tears

Doreen was the world's last truck stoppin' waitress

She was weary and worn with the years

So he put his last dime in the world's last jukebox

For the lady he'd loved for so long

And there in that deserted truck stop they danced

To the world's last truck drivin' song



Then he climbed up inside his ol' semi

And Doreen she crawled up at his side

He shifted it down and the diesel's sad sound

Said this is your last homeward ride

So he whispered 10-4 to her and the Lord

As the microphone fell from his hand

And he came to the exit marked Tennessee Thompson

The world's last truck drivin' man



He was high ballin' straight through them bright pearly gates

When behind in the dust of his rig

Come the wailin' siren of ol' Smokey McKenzie

The world's last interstate pig

Hear 'em roar see 'em fly past the clouds through the sky

On that highway that don't have an end

But you know that's heaven for Tennessee Thompson

The world's last truck drivin' man and Doreen

The world's last truck drivin' man

10-4 and gone