Diesel Tunes

by Working Class Hussys

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Diesel Tunes is a 9 song CD written by Ian Patrick Gentles and performed by Working Class Hussys. Ian drove a truck for years and was inspired to write these songs while on the road. Whether you are on a family vacation in the station wagon or pulling 18 wheels down the highway, these songs will keep you company, make you laugh and inevitably these songs will keep you company for miles to come.

Ordering from this website for a digital download you will receive a PDF of the liner notes that include doodle art from Ian's songbook and all the lyrics of the songs.

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released July 18, 2014

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Track Name: To Tennessee
‘Top off a tank full of diesel fuel,
crank up the tunes, and off I cruise,
haulin’ twenty tons with no time to lose.
A’ thousand miles to drop the load and move.
Then it’s home, here I come.
Every second I’m away is way too long,
because everywhere I go
reminds me of sweet, Tennessee
with its painted scenes and its beauty queens.
Everything I see
reminds me that all roads will lead
to the fresh fields of Tennessee.
Truck-stops and gift-shops, cops and booze,
cheap women too, they know my route, oohoo…
To the tourists only passing through,
I may seem rude, but have a job to do, oohoo…
So I’ll claim my piece of highway,
put the big-rig in gear, and pass them smiling,
because everyone I see
reminds me of my family
waiting patiently in Tennessee.
Everyone I meet
begs to hitch a ride for free
and head with me to Tennessee.
***
And it’s where I go to find my peace,
to the crown jewel of the great southeast.
Because everywhere I go
reminds me of sweet, Tennessee
with its history and its beauty queens.
Everyone I meet
says they’ve always dreamed of being
in the painted scenes of Tennessee
with the fresh fields and beauty queens,
so hitch a ride with me to Tennessee.
Track Name: Goin' For A Ride
Mama, wave bye bye.
I'm goin' for a long, long drive,
and I won't be back tonight…
I'm leavin' all my friends behind,
and 'gonna' start a brand new life.
I wanna' be real hard to find…
You can say wait..,
but I need you to be staying strong for us right now,
as I leave this suffocating, one-horse, little town.
I'm goin' for a ride… I'm goin' for a ride…
I can hear that something better's calling out my name,
and the ties here must be severed. I just need a change.
I'm goin' for a ride… I'm goin' for a ride..,
because Mama, this scene's old,
and it no longer feels like home.
It is time to hit the road,
and I can't wait..,
to be somewhere, someone, something. I don't really care,
as long as it's happening, and I'm already there.
I'm goin' for a ride… I'm goin' for a ride…
***
Life is different. How can I return to where I've been?
I'm like the distant clouds for miles changing in the wind.
I'm goin' for a ride… I'm goin' for a ride…
I'm goin' for a ride… I’m goin' for a ride.
Track Name: Life On The Road
Life on the road.., I'm not at home unless I'm behind the wheel.
'Drivin' alone.., the further I go, well, the older I feel.
And it makes me sad not knowing when I will be back.
One person understands, and I'm glad
that she will leave the lights on when the moon's up high, and the sun is gone,
and keep my spot in bed warm. These little things mean so much more
when they keep me coming home
from the road.., for sure.
Life on the road... Pack up and leave when you need to be free,
but go on your own, a change of scenery's the last thing I need.
And it makes me laugh to think of the lives that I've passed.
Everyone's standing still, and I'm thrilled,
'cause she still keeps me yearning for that old scene when I step through the door
where nothing seems wrong anymore, because I'm so glad just to feel the floor
underneath my tired bones.
I've come so far to be home
from the road, and it shows..,
ooh-oh-ooh-hoo-oh-ho...
And she will keep the lights on when my dinner's cold and the day is gone.
But the road unfolds, and goes on and on. And time goes slow, but it won't be long
'til I see my precious home
while the birds sing a morning song.
I just keep her hangin' on
from the road, so I'm told.
And the road goes on.
Track Name: Diesel Rage
Dashboard confession: My job's taking its toll.
I get no respect, at least I've got self control
to keep me from running someone off the road.
Asphalt and traffic made me mean to the bone,
'gave me a rage I never thought I could own.
I become livid. My temper, forgive it. I turn into someone I don't know.
I am normally one at peace with the world, quietly
counting the miles I'll go
before somebody suddenly squeezes in front of me
and then decides to go slow.
I lose control,
'cause when I'm tired and all alone,
these eighteen tires follow them home.
Drive-by concessions: Breakfast in bed, alone.
The back of the cab is like my house on the road.
To all the cars in the lots at the rest-stops: Be quiet! You're outside my home.
I need scenery, greenery, shady trees, bumble bees.
These are the things I miss most
as I fall asleep breathing in diesel and gasoline.
this 'aint the life that I chose, oh-oo-oh-oo-no!
I went for a drive so long ago.
When I arrive, please let me know.
When the road you're on goes on, and has no end in sight,
be glad you have the kind of job where you're home every night.
So when you're on your way to work and trying to save time,
just keep in mind that we're all tired, and don't cut in from the right,
'cause I'm normally one at peace with the world, quietly
counting the miles I'll go
before somebody suddenly squeezes in front of me
and then decides to go slow.
I lose control,
'cause when I'm tired and all alone,
these eighteen tires follow them home.
I went for a drive so long ago, Oh-oo-oh-oo. Oh-oo-oh-oo...
When I arrive, please let me know it's the end of the road and welcome me home.
Dashboard confession: I am easily raged.
'Hang up my keys, and keep that truck far away.
Track Name: Truck Lag
I'll get to bed by ten so I can rise at two a.m.,
and let the caffeine open my eyes like a true friend,
but the street-lights look like full moons,
and the Morningglories smell like diesel fumes,
'cause the highway has me hypnotized,
so I'll rub my eyes and fantasize about home.
I'm on the road again.
And a thousand miles pass me by
like I'm standing still, but the time, it flies when I'm home.
I'm on the road again.
Alone, and on the road again.
I'll race and pass all of the big-shots with eighteen wheels,
then connect the dots with all the spots on the windshield,
or add up the numbers on the license plates.
These silly games I play to stay awake,
'cause the highway has me hypnotized,
so I'll rub my eyes and fantasize about home.
I'm on the road again.
And a thousand miles pass me by
like I'm standing still, but the time, it flies when I'm home.
I'm on the road again.
Alone, and on the road again.
***
A convoy of rigs hindered by their loads
pull aside. I'm king of the road,
'cause the highway has me hypnotized,
so I'll rub my eyes and fantasize about home.
I'm on the road again.
And a thousand miles pass me by
like I'm standing still, but the time, it flies when I'm home.
I'm on the road again.
'cause the highway has me hypnotized,
so I'll rub my eyes and fantasize about home.
I'm on the road again.
And a thousand miles pass me by
like I'm standing still, but the time, it flies when I'm home.
I'm on the road again.
Alone, and on the road again... Alone, and on the road again.
Alone, and on the road again.
Track Name: Speak To Me, Taillight
As I start to doze, in comes a voice, and I wake up instantly.
C-band radios are a bunch of noise until you find the right frequency.
Talk; it's a funny thing. We do more when someone's listening.
Hello, hello... I'm on the C.B. radio. Oh-ho...
Another load, another week over the road.
We each have a name. It's a child's game, and we call it our handle.
Mine is the 'Taillight'. They call me to converse and share the ride.
Hello, hello... I'm on the C.B. radio. Oh-ho...
Where do we go? The highway's moving way too slow, so
speak to me, Taillight. What's your location?
I am stuck at a red light, and I'm trying to get home. Well,
keep off the turnpike, there's an open weigh-station.
Once you cut loose and bob-tail, you should stick to the back roads.
Oh, I could've been anything, but driving is a bit more interesting.
***
It's a lifestyle choice of long trips and great, big convoys.
Hello, hello.., I'm on the C.B. radio. Oh-ho...
Another load, another week over the road, so
speak to me, Taillight. I'm a heavy hauler
that is trying to find you. Check your six, and pass it on, 'cause
it 'aint easy sailing. There's a shark in the water;
that's a '5-0' behind you moving quick. Update your logs.
Oh, I could've been anything, but life handed me a big rig, so
Speak to me, Taillight...
Speak to me, Taillight...
Speak to me, Taillight.
Track Name: North Jersey
North Jersey: There's no other place I'd rather not be any day.
Tell me why half the human race exists in such a tiny space.
Directions only get you lost. Street signs were just an after-thought.
There's got to be a better way to get from point B to point A.
Stuck underneath a railroad tressle.
My truck was way too high. I never saw the sign.
Sitting there waiting for a wrecker.
Traffic's backed up for miles. We'll be here for a while.
Turn around right now.
A simple, little trip always takes twice as long. 'Like
trying to navigate your way through a hairball.
North Jersey, there's just no excuse for all the crap you put me through.
'Told me my truck is over-weight, 'kicked me right off of the parkway.
I doubt there's any other state that goes so far to make you late.
***
Turn around right now.
From in the passing-lane, somebody flipped me off.
It's only saving grace is New York's not too far.
North Jersey, hey, what do you do with all the fines for revenue?
Let's try and beautify the place by investing in open-space.
I'll try to stay real far away from the north-eastern garden state.
Turn around right now.
Turn around right now.
Track Name: Born To Drive
'Space... They need to get away from that whole corporate,
cubicled place. 'Spending their days in a
cage, in one another's way, up in each other's
faces. But at the end of the day they can say,
"I'm goin' home to my perfect life to be with my family, and beautiful wife.
We have our friends, we have it all. We have each other if all that was gone."
'Rollin' along, watchin' the world through a window with the wipers on.
'No one around, watching me over my shoulder. I'm a long way from home.
How can I be happy if I'm locked up inside all of the time,
because I was born to drive.
'Waste... So many lives in haste, passing the time 'til
vacation days take them away. I am
wise, earning a lower wage, 'looked down upon by
people in ties passing me by on the highway. I will survive,
'cause I'm goin' home where I can unwind. I'll bring nothing with me. I leave it behind.
That's where I dream, and spend all my time away from the pressures of everyday life.
Drivin' up high, watchin' the world through a windshield with the headlights on,
made me realize I have made the right decision. My regrets are gone.
How can I be happy if I'm stuck in a job that I despise,
because I was born to drive.
'Truckin' along, writin' my songs.
Honey, I was born to drive.