Photo courtesy of Bloody Marty Mix on Flickr
(to the tune of “Ghost
Riders in the Sky”)
An old trucker went heading out one dark and stormy night
Up on a ramp he pulled in to check a bum headlight
When suddenly a string of ghostly rigs he saw rush by,
A-ballin’ hell for leather – he could hear their train horns
cry
“We were undone … by regulation,”
Ghost truckers on the slab.
