[Lyric] Truckers Funeral (Whitney Rose)

Daddy was a trucker man
Saw every inch of this fair land and more
He didn't mind the taxing hours
Just loved the road like his old man before

Me and my two sisters and my mama missed him
While he was away
But we held the fort in Georgia
And Daddy made sure all the bills got paid

Mama always told him
"Honey, get your rest and please mind what you eat"
But I guess he didn't listen
His heart gave out when he was 53

At my daddy's funeral
We saw some folks we'd never seen before
So I thought nothing of it
When I saw four strangers walking through the door

I heard the lady tell someone
Thee three boys, they were all her sons and then
My eyes grew the size of saucers
I could not believe what I heard next
She said, "We came here to Georgia
All the way from California where we lived
To bury my poor husband here where he was born
Because that was his wish"

I looked at my mama
But her eyes were locked on something like a bolt
Three little versions of my daddy
Hanging off their widowed mother's coat

Daddy's wife in Georgia
And his wife in California then locked eyes
Neither of them said a word
Just looked at each other and cried

Years have passed
And now I have a growing little family of my own
As you do so much in life
I just had to learn to let it go

It's hard enough to keep a family happy
When you're dealing with just one
Daddy kept two families happy
Guess that's a feat for anyone

At that trucker's funeral
Two women buried wedding rings
If you're at a trucker's funeral
Be prepared for anything
At that trucker's funeral
Two women buried wedding rings
If you're at a trucker's funeral
Be prepared for anything