The highways that wind and wander
Over mountains and valleys, deserts and plains,
I guess I’ve drove about all of them,
Because for the past 25 years the cab of a truck has been my home.
And it’d be kind of 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 and 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 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; of course, I was gone a lot And after about six years, I got home one day and found my wife and little boy gone. I couldn’t find out what happened. Nobody seemed to know. So from that day on it’s been me and old Giddy Up, Go.
I’ve made a lot of friends at all the truck stops and some of them would kid me about my little sign. Of course, they knew where I got the name because I’d told them about that little boy of mine And how his first word about the truck was “Giddy Up, Go!”
Today I was barreling down old 66 when up beside me pulled a brand-new diesel rig, both stacks blowing black coal. And as he 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 until the next truck stop where he’d pulled up. I waited until he went in and offered to buy him a cup. Well, we got to talking shop and I said, “How did 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. Mama said he got the name from me.” I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to see.
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 we stare at that little sign that reads Giddy Up, Go.