Wagon Driving Man

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This tribute to Jack McCaig was written by singer/songwriter, the late Alan Bell.

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Obituary – Jack McCaig

Well I am a wagon driving man,
 And my name is Jack McCaig,
 Of all the lads who drive the roads,
 I’m a master of me trade,
 I’ve driven on through night and day,
 For as long as any can,
 I’ve spent me life behind the wheel,
 I’m a wagon driving man.
  
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  When I hear the engine roaring,
 That’s the sound I love to hear,
 When I hear the big tyres singing,
 That’s sweet music to my ears,
 For I’ve driven on through night and day,
 For as long as any can,
 I’ve spent me life behind the wheel,
 I’m a wagon driving ever riding,
 wagon driving man.
  
 Now the old man taught me how to drive,
 In a beat up old Ford van,
 And I learned to steer and crash the gears,
 In the lanes of Lothian,
 Well the granite streets of Aberdeen,
 Were paved with gold to me,
 When I got me first job hauling freight,
 From the city to the sea.

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 From Lomondside to the old A5,
 To the docks of London Town,
 In wagon and drag I’d roll me fags,
 As I rolled me loads around,
 I’d chance me arm in a mobile van,
 In the winter’s rain and snow,
 And it seemed like hell on the high Shap Fell,
 When the engine’s diesel froze.
  
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 So think of me when e‘er you see,
 A sixteen-wheeler roll,
 Carrying lead or maybe bread,
 Or loaded down with coal,
 For I am a wagon driving man,
 And my name is Jack McCaig,
 And of all the lads who drive the roads,
 I’m a master of me trade.
  
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