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A Truckload of Art
      D        A
From New York City
                      E
Came rollin' down the road
           D
Yeah the driver was singing
          A
And the sunset was pretty

But the truck turned over
          E             A
And she rolled off the road

D
Yeah a Truckload of Art
      A
is burning near the highway

Precious objects are scattered
              E
All over the ground
             D
And it's a terrible sight
       A
If a person were to see it
                   E      A
But there weren't nobody around

(Yodel)

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Yeah the driver went sailing
D            A
High in the sky
                                E
Landing in the gold lap of the Lord
      D
Who smiled and then said
               A
"Son, you're better off dead

Than haulin' a truckload
         E          A
full of hot avant-garde

(chorus)

A
Yes... an important artwork
D
Was thrown burning to the ground
A                              E
Tragically... landing in the weeds
D
And the smoke could be seen
          A
Ahhh for miles all around
                     E            A
Yeah but nobody... knows what it means

D
Yes... a Truckload of Art
      A
Is burning near the highway
                                       E
And it's a tough job for the highway patrol
              D
Ahhh they'll soon see the smoke
         A
An come runnin' to poke

Then dig a deep ditch
                E         A
And throw them arts in a hole

(Yodel)

D
Yeah a Truckload of Art
     A
Is burning near the highway
                             E
And it's raging far-out of control
               D
And what the critics have cheered
          A
Is now shattered and queered

And their noble reviews
            E            A
Have been stewed on the road

(chorus)