Truckload Of Art

[A]A Truckload of Art
From N[D]ew York C[A]ity
Came rollin' down the [E]road
Yeah the dr[D]iver was singing
And the su[A]nset was pretty

But the truck turned over
And she ro[E]lled off the r[A]oad

[D]Yeah a Truckload of Art
is bur[A]ning near the highway

Precious objects are scattered
All over the g[E]round
And it's a te[D]rrible sight
If a pe[A]rson were to see it
But there weren't n[E]obody a[A]round

(Yodel)

[A]Yeah the driver went sailing
[D]High in the s[A]ky
Landing in the gold lap of the L[E]ord
Who sm[D]iled and then said
"Son, you're be[A]tter off dead

Than haulin' a truckload
full of h[E]ot avant-ga[A]rde

(chorus)

[A]Yes... an important artwork
[D]Was thrown burning to the ground
[A]Tragically... landing in the we[E]eds
[D]And the smoke could be seen
Ahhh for m[A]iles all around
Yeah but nobody... kn[E]ows what it m[A]eans

[D]Yes... a Truckload of Art
Is bur[A]ning near the highway
And it's a tough job for the highway pa[E]trol
Ahhh they'll s[D]oon see the smoke
An come r[A]unnin' to poke

Then dig a deep ditch
And throw them a[E]rts in a h[A]ole

(Yodel)

[D]Yeah a Truckload of Art
Is bu[A]rning near the highway
And it's raging far-out of co[E]ntrol
And what the cr[D]itics have cheered
Is now sha[A]ttered and queered

And their noble reviews
Have been st[E]ewed on the r[A]oad

(chorus)