I was there that day and saw her crying
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After mamma Teddy Bear said 10-4 good bye
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She turned off the old CB and just looked at me
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And I heard the flood and her tears ran free
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And the gratitude shone in the face like the sun
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For all those things those big tough truckers had done
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A hand full of change and a few dollar bills
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But most of all a little crippled boys dream fulfilled
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I guess I was mamma Teddy Bear’s best friend
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I lived next dorr to her and little Teddy Bear since
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I don’t know when that’s why now before my memory grows old the rest of this story just has to be told
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I’d come over and sit with Teddy Bear while his mamma was away
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And play little games to help him pass the day
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In the afternoons he’d wheel that chair over to the radio and go on the air
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And one by on e he’d break them all
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I never knew a trucker not to answer his call
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He’d just grins and ask em not to tell his mamma
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But I was pretty sure she knew what was going on
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But time has a way of taking it’s toll and much too fast mamma Teddy Bear was growing old
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I watched as the silver touched her hair and her one aime in life was Teddy Bear
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Then I saw another change take place little Teddy Bear was slowly losing the race
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I knew it and his mamma knew it too
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And there is nothing in this whole world either one of us could do
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He’d talk less often on the old CB and there were times when he’d hardly talk with me
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He took to sitting in the window and watching the road
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And the big 18 wheelers just rolling by with their load
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Finally he was too weak to get out of bed and one day he looked at me and said
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Would you turn on the radio and go on the air
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Tell all my trucker friends what’s happened to Teddy Bear
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Well the hardest thing I’ve done in my time
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Was to pick up that mike and say breaker 1-9
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This is for all you truckers who care
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I’m calling for your little friend Teddy Bear
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He says to tell you he misses you all and he’s awful sorry he can’t answer your calls
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They all came back and jerked with me
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And said they catch him later on the CB
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They never did catch Teddy Bear again
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Because late one night the angel came
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And the last thing he said before he died was
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Tell all my trucker friends how I enjoyed the rides
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Mamma Teddy Bear couldn’t tell them and neither could I
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Because each time we look at that radio
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We both started to cry
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The funeral was pearched at the chaplin and little Teddy Bear started on his last ride
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As the precision round the little city square the sounds of a hundred engines filled the air
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The truckers had dropped their tailers back somewhere behind
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And one by one they fell in line
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They all tried to comfort mamma Teddy Bear
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And it seems like the warmth of god just filled the air
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Slowly they formed a circle around the little grave
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And a lot of big men cried that day as they paid their respects
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On Teddy Bear’s last ride
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Teddy Bear Part 2
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| Red Sovine |
