Recitation:
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Once upon a time
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Sometime ago back on the east coast
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In New York City, to be exact
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A bunch of artists and painters and
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sculptors and musicians and
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poets and writers and dancers
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and architects
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Started feeling real superior
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to their ego-counter-parts
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Out on the West Coast?o,
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They all got together and decided
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They would show those snotty surfer upstarts
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A thing or two about the Big Apple
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And?hey hired themselves a truck
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It was a big, spanking new white-shiny
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Chrome-plated cab-over
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Peterbilt
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With mudflaps, stereo, tv, AM & FM radio,
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Leather seats and a naugahide sleeper
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All fresh
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With new American Flag decals and "ART ARK"
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Printed on the side of the door
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With solid 24 karat gold leaf type
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And they filled up this truck
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With the most significant piles
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And influential heaps of Art Work
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To ever be assembled in Modern Times,
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And it sent it West?o chide
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Cajole, humble and humiliate?he Golden Bear.
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And this is the true story of that truck
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A Truckload of Art
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From New York City
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Came rollin down the road
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Yeah the driver was singing
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And the sunset was pretty
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But the truck turned over
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And she rolled off the road
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Yeah a Truckload of Art
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is burning near the highway
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Precious objects are scattered
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All over the ground
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And it's a terrible sight
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If a person were to see it
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But there weren't nobody around
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(Yodel)
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Yeah the driver went sailing
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High in the sky
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Landing in the gold lap of the Lord
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Who smiled and then said
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"Son, you're better off dead
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Than haulin a truckload
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full of hot avant-garde
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(chorus)
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Yes?n important artwork
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Was thrown burning to the ground
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TragicallyàÙanding in the weeds
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And the smoke could be seen
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Ahhh for miles all around
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Yeah but nobody?nows what it means
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Yes? Truckload of Art
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Is burning near the highway
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And it's a tough job for the highway patrol
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Ahhh they'll soon see the smoke
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An come runnin to poke
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Then dig a deep ditch
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And throw the arts in a hole
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(Yodel)
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Yeah a Truckload of Art
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Is burning near the highway
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And it's raging far-out of control
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And what the critics have cheered
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Is now shattered and queered
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And their noble reviews
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Have been stewed on the road
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(chorus)
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Truckload of Art
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Terry Allen |