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Pete’s Blog & Grille: The Single Best Trucking Song of All

KIDZ IN THE TRUCK: The nine-kid Keegan family (still!) lives directly across the street from our 10-kid home. From left, (I think) we’re looking at Colleen Keegan, Mary Keegan, Ken Keegan, Jeremy –now a Minister in Sudbury—Mahood, my sister Charlene, Joyce Keegan, Patsy Keegan, my bass-playing brother Eddie, my sister Mary, and moi.

For some reason, one of the most popular stories ever to appear on has been “The 50 Best Trucking Songs of All Time.”

Since we posted the list two years ago, we’ve had countless comments and suggestions from truck-music lovers around the world.

We’re now in the process of updating the original 50 and we look forward to more contributions.

But what I want to tell you is that the single most important trucking song of all time didn’t even make the list. Not only that but you haven’t heard of it; and what’s best is, it was penned by my late father Tom Carter. And musical is not something my father was. 

When my mom—born Huena MacIsaac in Port Hood, Nova Scotia—migrated to Sudbury many years ago, she carted with her all sorts of musical traditions and a handful of instruments including at least one fiddle and a cracked autoharp.

Our family home was extremely musical.

My mom sang all the time and we all remember her favorites. Very often on Saturday nights my brother Tom’s pals showed up at our house with their guitars to drink I mean sing, and my older brother Eddie even played bass in a strip-club band before he was old enough to drive! (It was the Belton Hotel, for stripper historians.)  

So while my Mom aided and abetted the music, dad tolerated it. I don’t remember him ever shushing us, even when my banjo-picking brother Alex was first trying to emulate the bald guy in “Deliverance.” (Music’s always painful when it’s just being learnt.)

However. Out of all the rock and country and folk and bluegrass and noise that bounced off the walls of our house on Eyre Street in Sudbury, one song stands out from them all.

And for lack of an official title, let’s call it “The Truck Song.”

It goes like this:

“Going for a Ride in the Truck Truck Truck Truck;

“Going for a Ride in the Truck Truck Truck Truck;

“Peter and Eddie and Alex and Norma going for a ride in the Truck Truck Truck Truck.

“Etcetera etcetera etcetera”

Names could be added to the list of riders as needed. And that was it.

My father would quote unquote sing “The Truck Song” whenever there was a trip in the offing and because our family had a series of pick ups instead of cars, we went everywhere in the truck.

And riding in the back was the only way to go.

On one memorable trip to nearby Simon Lake, so many kids from various families came along that we forgot to bring my brother Alex (the banjo player) home. I can’t remember how he got back.

Another epic trip, my dad drove 350 km from Sudbury to Lindsay ON. to look at some used buses. Eddie and I rode in the back all the way. It was cold.

Of course the truck was a work truck, so the back was always filthy. But who cared?

My dad’s gone now, so I can’t ask him about when he came up with the song. What’s important—and what remains clear—is that to Tom and the rest of us, riding in a truck was something to sing about.

Hard to argue with that.

With that, I welcome your suggestions for our next Top 50 list.

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