(Track #4 from Home Town)

The Ballad of Bruce Weaver

By Frank Meyer

Verse 1

I met him in New York one night in an upstate town

He was shootin' pool; he was knockin' those beers down

Heard me playin' my guitar and singin' my songs

He clapped his hands and stamped his feet and stayed the whole night long

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Bruce Weaver led the hard life of a truck drivin' man

He drove all kinds of trucks all across this land

He was one of the toughest men that you ever saw

He was kind of big and burly and sometimes he broke the law

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Verse 2

While on a break I met this man and he bought me a beer

I told him I taught English; he said, "That's one thing I fear."

"I didn't do good in school", he said, "Please forgive me."

I said, "Bruce, if I drove your truck, it'd be some sight to see."

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Verse 3

Before I went back to my songs, he shook my hand and said,

"You keep plantin' your ideas in those kids' heads.

"'Cause if they see that everyone has a part to play,

"This ol' world'll get along in a better way."

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©1993 Frank Meyer