Final Delivery Lyrics

One Friday in the stockyard John's left arm was aching him so

He was pale as primer when he told his boss that he'd go

Make a final delivery and earn his last hours pay

Though he never much cared for all the money that he made

So his Mac truck was piled heavy

With a twenty-two ton load

And at sixty miles an hour

He drank coffee as he drove

And his vision grew blurry for the buzzing in his ears

Until towards the left lane his steering wheel slowly veered

Into three-thirty traffic where a long line of cars ran beside

A brand new sidewalk and a city limits sign

And John saw he was slipping

And an opening on his right

So he turned his wheel

In the ditch along the roadside

And the sum of his possessions, every working dollar that he saved

Left a lover behind him and a step son he proudly raised

But neither John nor his woman, they never got the papers signed

So his last will was forgotten to his estranged ex-wife

And I cry for his memory

But I've found something good to say

When his one life was taken

Twenty or more lives were saved