LD King

LD King (Country Version)

An epic country ballad for the road warrior, Dillon

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I’ve hauled a couch through the Mojave sun,

Did a three-story packout, just me and one.

Tampa heat to the San Fran coast,

Movin’ folks who tip the least, but brag the most.

Richmond, Virginia in a thunderstorm,

Strapped a piano with my uniform torn.

Ain’t been home since the Fourth of July,

Still ain’t complained, just rolled on by.

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🎶 He’s the LD King, the diesel bleeds in his veins,

Movin’ house to house in the pourin’ rain.

From Austin’s hills to them Kansas plains,

He’s got a truck full of boxes and back full of pain. 🎶

🎶 No shortcut roads, no time to sing,

He’s slingin’ straps like a rodeo king.

Folks just see a mover in jeans—

But we all know… he’s the LD King. 🎶

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We hit Missouri on a Thursday night,

Two clients, two stops, not a stair in sight.

Until we got there—elevator broke,

Dillon just laughed and lit a smoke.

He don’t say much, don’t bark or whine,

But I’ve seen him carry dressers up a hill of pine.

I asked once if he ever gets tired—

He said, “That’s just fuel for the fire.”

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I seen him strap down a safe in a thunderstorm,

Lost a boot in the mud and kept movin’ like it was warm.

Ate beef jerky and a warm Coke for dinner,

Still hit the Maine line like a damn winner.

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From El Paso’s dust to Savannah’s shore,

I’ve hauled antiques and hardware store drawers.

Through North Dakota sleet, down to Baton Rouge,

I once drove 19 hours on a busted fuse.

I ain’t here for medals, don’t need no speech,

Just gimme a ramp and a load I can reach.

Let them city boys tap out and cry—

I’ll be unloadin’ when they say goodbye.

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🎶 He’s the LD King, no badge or crown,

But he’ll get your boxes to the next town down.

From Waco winds to the Portland snow,

He’s seen it all and still says, “Let’s go.” 🎶

🎶 He’s the first one up, last on the scene,

Drives like a ghost in a 26 machine.

If you ask Kurt who runs the swing—

He’ll tip his hat to the LD King. 🎶

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So raise a cold one to that long white line,

To Dillon, who gave Square Cow its spine.

He don’t chase praise, just chases the load—

The LD King, forever on the road.