Lyrics of The Man on the Loading Dock

He started his working years as a radio DJ
He did it on a whim
After a year and a half he had to laugh
Knowing this job was not meant for him

Taking requests from listeners, for their music to play
As the teletype rattled off news constantly
That had to be read all day
Answering the phone yet feeling alone
Lord there had to be a better way

With a tear in his eye he said goodbye
To all his radio friends he came to know
Got a job at a local factory
And bought himself a brand new GTO

Now he stands on the edge of the loading dock
waiting for the next truck to back in
So he can proceed to load the goods we need
Thank God for men like him

Tall and muscular, yet so lean and slim
He worked hard loading trucks all day
Didn't drink didn't smoke and that's no joke
There was no need to belong to a gym

He worked his whole life loading trucks
That's how this story goes
Through all those boiling hot summers
And the winters he damn near froze

He was old and gray when bad news came his way
The plant was about to close
He did not fret nor did he regret
The life, the life that he had chose

As he stared out across the parking lot
At his rusty beat up GTO
He remembered the times that old car
Took him to and fro

To the job he loved, and if he could
He would do it all over again
The man to load the goods
The man on the loading dock
The man on the loading dock
Thank God for men like him, like him.

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