The year is two thousand and eighty
And hardly a highway remains
Gone are the days of the diesel
And songs about wrecks in the rain
The Macs and MacLeans have all rusted away
The Harvesters rot in the sand
And in a deserted truck stop
Sits Tennessee Thompson
The world's last truck driving man
He lit up the world's last Lucky
Got his last cup of coffee refilled
Then he stared at the sky
For one final high
Took the world's last little white pill
He said world you are losing your truckers
And your suckers do not give a damn
You're freighting in space
And there just ain't no place
For a hard riding truck driving man
The world's last truck driving man
His left arm is losing its tan
The rest all went broke
Or just went up in smoke
He's the world's last truck driving man
Then he sat there and drank to old memories
And Doreen sat there drying his tears
Doreen was the world's last truck stopping waitress
She was weary and worn with the years
So he put his last dime in the world's last jukebox
For the lady he'd loved for so long
And there in that deserted truck stop they danced
To the world's last truck driving song
Then he climbed up inside his old semi
And Doreen she crawled up at his side
He shifted it down and the diesel's sad sound
Said this is your last homeward ride
So he whispered 10-4 to her and the Lord
As the microphone fell from his hand
And he came to the exit marked Tennessee Thompson
The world's last truck driving man
He was high balling straight
Through them bright pearly gates
When behind in the dust of his rig
Come the wailing siren of old Smokey McKenzie
The world's last interstate pig
Hear them roar, see them fly
Past the clouds through the sky
On that highway that don't have an end
But you know that's heaven
For Tennessee Thompson
The world's last truck driving man
And Doreen
The world's last truck driving man
10-4 and gone