GPS JIMMY

Verse 1)

Well there’s a driver down at CDT,

Name of Jimmy, swears he knows them streets,

Got a brand-new rig and a thermos of joe,

But he can’t find the yard ten miles down the road.

Got one GPS sayin’ “turn right here,”

Another one hollerin’ “make a U-turn, dear,”

Both stuck up on that windshield high,

Blinkin’ like stars in a confused night sky.

(Chorus)

Oh, GPS Jimmy, where you gonna go?

Missed the pole yard exit ’bout an hour ago,

Two screens glowin’ but he still don’t see,

That big ol’ sign sayin’ “CDT.”

He’s ridin’ in circles like a tumbleweed,

Trustin’ satellites he don’t even need,

If lost was a race, he’d win by plenty,

Lord help the roads when you’re GPS Jimmy.

(Verse 2)

Dispatch callin’, “Son, you close?”

He says, “Yeah boss, I’m by some cows and a Dollar General store.”

He’s been past that church at least four times,

Wavin’ at the preacher like it’s Sunday prime.

Paper map folded in the side door slot,

But Jimmy says, “Nah, I trust this dot.”

That little blue arrow spinnin’ around,

Like it’s dancin’ to a lost-and-found sound.

(Chorus)

Oh, GPS Jimmy, where you gonna go?

Pole yard’s straight but you turned off slow,

Two devices shoutin’ different advice,

Still can’t get it right no matter how nice.

He’s burnin’ diesel and daylight plenty,

Chasin’ reroutes like they’re worth a penny,

If wrong turns paid, he’d have twenty,

King of the road — ol’ GPS Jimmy.

(Bridge)

Now the boys at the yard just laugh and grin,

Say, “Bet he’s stuck by that feed store again,”

But Jimmy rolls in ’bout supper time,

Sayin’, “Y’all know them satellites lag behind.”

(Final Chorus)

Oh, GPS Jimmy, bless your soul,

Two screens bright but miss the goal,

Next time maybe just read the sign,

That pole yard’s been there since ’99.

CDT truck and a heart so friendly,

But direction ain’t his gift, not remotely,

Still we wouldn’t trade him for any—

Long live the legend, GPS Jimmy