This is a story/lyrics that a guy at work wrote. Yes he used to run our telebelt. Listen my friend and I'll tell you the news about big Jerry D and the Telebelt blues Wake up in the morning before the break of day facing thirty tons of steel and the devil to pay. I said shes thirty tons of steel, she'll hurt you if she can She's no mans woman, she doesn't give a damn She's a cold chilly wind, a hard heavy rain, wipers keeping time with a working mans pain. But a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do to make another day and pay the devil his dues. A mans gotta do what a mans gotta do to make another day with the telbelt blues I'm just a old belt dog, that's seen better days. may be a little slow, not as quick as awhile ago. Some call me boogie man, some call me jack some call me other things and never call me back. She's a dusty dirty road we travel alone Some times it seems like a month of Sundays since I've been home. No time for happy no time for cry. It's hard enough each day, boy, just trying to survive. But a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do to make another day and pay the devil his dues. A mans gotta do what a mans gotta do to make another day with the telbelt blues.

Damnit.....this freaking boad don't remember spaces and paragraphs. Sorry everybody but it's a little hard to read in one big block form. I have 2 more but I have to edit some due to language. Will post later.

Todd? If I copy and past from like Word or something like that will it remember paragraphs and spacing?

maybe, dont know, hey did he record it?

Nope, any singers out there?