The highways that wind and wander over mountain and valleys and plains I guess I've drove about all of'em. Cause for the past 25 years now the cab of a truck has been my home and it'd be kinda hard for me to settle down and not be on the go. Why I remember the first truck I drove I was so proud I could hardly wait to get home to show my wife and little boy . My littleboy was so excited like when he saw his first snow. He wasn't old enough to say too many words, he just kept hollering giddy up go Daddy, giddy up go. So that's what I named that old truck Giddy up go.Oh things wasn't too bad of course I was gone alot and after about six years I got home one day and found my wife and little boy gone. I couldn't find out what happened, nobody seemed to know. So from that day on it's been me and Giddy up go. I've made alot of friends at allthe truck stops, and some of'em would kid me about my little sign, of course they knew where I got the name. Cause I told'em about that little boy of mine and how his first word about that old truck was Giddy up go. Today I was barrelin' down old 66, when up beside me pulled down a brand new diesel rig both stacks of blowin' black coal. And as she pulled aroun and back in front of me a big lump came in my throat and my eyes watered like I had a bad old cold. A little sign on the back of the truck that read Giddy up go. Well I pushed old Giddy up go, stayed right on him, until the next truck stop where he'd pulled up. I waited till he went in and I offered to buy him a cup. Well we got to talkin' shop and I said, How did you come by thename on your truck Giddy up go. Well he said, I got it from my pop. Dad used to drive a truck that's what Mom talked about alot. You see I lost Mom when I was just passed sixteen and I lost all track of Pop. Mom said he got the name from me. I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to see. I took him out to the old truck and brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show and his eyes got big and bright as he read Giddy up go. Oh we had alot of things to talk about and buddy I felt like a king. And now we've just pulled back on old 66 and he's handled that big rig better than any gearjammer that I'd ever seen. Well, now the lines on the highway have got much brighter glow, as we go roarin' down the road and me starin' at a little sign that reads Giddy up go.
