Pinball Machine Lyrics

This story is about an x truck driver by the named of John james lowell before his friends black balled him & nicknamed him "pinball"
I gathered the story from a truck stop in galopoliso ohio when this old feller I'd say 70 years old asked me to buy him a strong cup of coffee & a piece of good apple pie
I bought the coffee and the pie for the old fella & I'm awful glad i did! Because he winked his eye & smiled and says "my my"
Then I noticed in a few minutes with trembling hands
He pushed a part of his pie & coffee back and looked at me with tears running down his poor weather beaten cheek and this is what he said
I'm an old hog hauler I drove a big truck I shot the pinball machine but it caused me bad luck
Put all I ever made in a pinball machine I'd hit the 4 catty corner then I'd miss the 16!
I wish they'd outlaw them old pinball machines. Many weeks they have caused me to live on sardines.
Last time I called my wife on the phone the 1st thing she says "John when can ya come home? "
I've got a load of hogs and they've got to go

I'll see when i get back from Chicago
She says "John ya know I love ya. I wished ya wouldn't go.
Send your babies some money they are hungry and cold. "
The last thing she said & then she hung up.
"John ya give up my lovin' just to drive an old truck."
I made my trip on to Chicago
I was gone 2 months cuz I shot up my dough.
When I got home my family was gone!
The best friend I had rung my telephone.
He says "John I guess you're wonderin' 'bout your babies and wife.
Pneumonia got your babies and your wife took her life."
I've lost all my friends I can't sleep for bad dreams
I dream about an old truck and a pinball machine
I never will forget the last words that that old man said;
"Oh Lord if I could live my life over"
And then he fell dead.
They tell me John was a clean cut young man at the age of 19
But now he's in his grave!
The victim of a big ol' Truck and a pinball machine.