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Lyrics for Thirty Thousand Pounds Of Bananas by Chapin Harry:
| | | Artist: | Chapin Harry |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Thirty Thousand Pounds Of Bananas | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 250 | | | | Lyrics: | Thirty Thousand Pounds of Bananas
Harry Chapin
It was just after
dark when the truck started down
the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
Carrying
thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John)
bananas>.
He was a young driver,
just out on his second job.
And he was
carrying the next day's pasty fruits
for everyone in that cold-scarred city
where children
play without despair
in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
about thirty
thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John)
bananas>.
He passed a sign that he should have seen,
saying "shift to low gear, a
fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
who
was waiting at the journey's end.
He started down the two mile drop,
the curving road that
wound from the top
of the hill.
Heewas pushing on through the shortening miles that ran
down
to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
then he'd go home and have her ease
his long, cramped day away.
and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes the
smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
He was picking speed as the city spread its
twinkling lights below him.
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the
nights
delights went through him.
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down.
But
the pedal floored easy without a sound.
He said "Christ!"
It was funny how he had named
the only man who could save him now.
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
riding on
his fear-hunched back
was every one of those yellow green
I'm telling you thirty thousand
pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
He barely made
the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
And he missed the thankful passing bus at
ninety miles an hour.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride
down.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he
sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
hit two
houses, bruised eight trees,
and Blue-Crossed seven people.
it was then he lost his
head,
not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
And he slid for four hundred
yards
along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
All those thirty thousand
pounds of bananas.
You know the man who told me about it on the bus,
as it went up
the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania,
he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
and
he said (and this is exactly what he said)
"Boy that sure must've been something.
Just
imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed
bananas.
Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds.
of Bananas. not no driver now.
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