I'm an old hog hauler
I drive a big truck
I shot the pinball machine, but it caused me bad luck.
I wish they'd outlaw them old pinball machines
Many weeks they have caused me to live on sardines.

Last time I called my wife on the phone,
The first thing she said was "John, can you come home?
I've got a load of hogs and they've got to go."
"I'll see you when I get back from Chicago .

She said "John, you know I love you, I wish you wouldn't go,
Send your babies some money. They're hungry and cold."
The last thing she said, and then she hung up, was
"John you gave up my loving to drive an old truck."

I made my trip up to the depot
I was gone two months cause I shot up my dough
When I got home my family was gone
The best friend I had rung my telephone.
He said "John, I guess you wonder 'bout your babies and wife
Pneumonia got your babies and your wife took her life."
I've lost all my friends, can't sleep for bad dreams
I dream about a old truck and a pinball machine.

Writer : LONNIE IRVING
Copyright : Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC