About the Song
Red Sovine’s “Giddyup Go” is more than just a song; it’s a vivid portrait of the American trucker’s life. Released in 1965, it became a signature tune for Sovine, solidifying his reputation as the “voice of the highway.”
The song is a spoken-word piece, delivered with Sovine’s distinctive deep, resonant voice. It paints a picture of a life spent on the open road, filled with both solitude and camaraderie. The narrator, a seasoned trucker, shares personal stories and reflections, creating a sense of intimacy with the listener.
Sovine’s masterful storytelling combined with the evocative imagery of the open road make “Giddyup Go” a timeless classic. The song captures the spirit of independence and the allure of the highway, resonating with anyone who has ever felt the pull of the open road.
This iconic piece of Americana continues to inspire and captivate audiences, serving as a tribute to the hardworking men and women who keep the country moving.
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Lyrics: Giddyup Go
The highways that wind and wander over mountains and valleys deserts and plainsI guess I’ve drove about all of ’em‘Cause for the past 25 years now the cab of a truck has been my homeAnd it’d be kinda hard for me to settle down and not be on the goWhy I remember the first truck I droveI was so proud I could hardly wait to get home to show my wife and little boyAnd my little boy was so excited like so when he saw his first snowHe wasn’t old enough to say too many wordsHe just kept hollering, “Giddy-up go daddy, giddy-up go”So that’s what I named the old truck Giddy-Up GoOh things wasn’t too bad, of course I’s gone an awful lotAnd after about six years of being in and outI got home one day and found my wife and little boy goneAnd I couldn’t find out what happened nobody seemed to knowSo from that day on it’s been me and old Giddy-Up GoOh, I’ve made a lot of friends at all the truck stopsAnd some of ’em would kick me about my litle signOf course they knew where I got the name‘Cause I told ’em about that little boy of mineAnd how his first word about that truck was Giddy-Up GoWell, today I was barrelin’ down old 66When, up beside me pulled down a brand new diesel rigBoth stacks of blowin’ black coalAnd as she pulled around and back in front of me a big lump came in my throatAnd my eyes watered like I had a bad old coldA little sign on the back of the truck that read Giddy-Up GoWell, I pushed old Giddy-Up and stayed right on himTill the next truck stop where he’d pulled upAnd I waited till he went in and I offered to buy him a cupWell, we got to talkin’ shop and I said“How did you come by the name 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 a lotYou see I lost mom when I was just past sixteen and I lost all track of popMom said he got the name from meWell, I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to seeAnd I took him out to the old truckAnd, brushed off some of the dirt so the name would showAnd his eyes got big and bright as he read “Giddy-Up Go”Oh, we had a lot of things to talk about and buddy I felt like a kingAnd now we’ve just pulled back on old 66 and he’s handled that rigBetter than any gearjammer that I’d ever seenWell now the lines on the highway have got a much brighter glowAs we go roarin’ d