30,000 Pounds Of Bananas [In the Style of Harry Chapin] {Karaoke Lead Vocal Version} (Karaoke Lead Vocal Version)

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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

Of 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 coal 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

Of 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

He was 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 it's 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 everyone 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 tread down

He said God make it a dream

As he rode his last tread 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 of bananas just bananas thirty thousand pounds

Of bananas not no driver now just bananas