Truckload of Art

A truckload of art from New York City
Was hauling a weighty load
The driver was singing, the sunset was pretty
But the truck turned over, and it rolled off the road

Yeah, the truckload of art it's burning near the highway
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground
It's a terrible sight if a person were to see it
But there weren't nobody around

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

The driver went sailing high in the sky
Landed in the cold lap of the Lord
Who smiled and then said
"Son, you're better off dead
Than hauling a truckload full of hot avant-garde"

Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning by the highway
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground
It's a terrible sight if a person were to see it
But there weren't nobody around

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Yeah, some important artwork was thrown to the ground
Tragically landing in the weeds
And the smoke could be seen from miles all around
But nobody knows what it means

Yeah, the truckload of art it's burning near the highway
And a tough job for the highway patrol
Who'll soon see the smoke, come running to poke
(And) dig an empty ditch throw the arts in a hole

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Yeah, the truckload of art it's burning near the highway
And it's raging far out of control
What the critics had cheered is now shattered and queered
And there's no more reviews as it's strewed on the road

Yeah, the truckload of art it's burning near the highway
Precious objects are scattered all over the ground
It's a terrible sight if a person were to see it
But there weren't nobody around



Credits
Writer(s): Terry Allen
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