Robots Took My Job (But Not My Truck)

{upbeat acoustic guitar strumming,

bright fiddle intro, energetic

country tempo} (yee-haw!)

Woke up Monday, boss said "son,

we're goin' automated" A laptop's doin' everything I did — and it

don't get frustrated

Twenty years of loyal sweat,

replaced by a machine Now some chatbot's got my desk and my

parkin' space between

{pedal steel swells} It don't call in sick,

it don't need a break It works for free while I'm out

here fishin' at the lake {snare drum roll building tension} Well the

robots took my job,

but they can't take my pride Ain't no algorithm gonna teach a

hog to ride

Claude can write a letter,

ChatGPT can talk the talk — But I'd like to see that

silicon son of a gun drive my truck!

Yeah they can crunch a number,

they can sound real smooth,

But there ain't an app in Texas that can two-step in my

boots So plug it in and watch it — go on,

buddy, good luck — 'Cause the robots took my job,

but they'll never drive my truck!

My girl's been actin' funny,

tellin' ChatGPT her day It listens to her problems and it takes

the blues away

She takes its every word like it fell down from above —

But when I try to give advice,

she won't hear a word I love

I said "baby, I've been listenin' too" — she just rolled her

eyes and sighed, "It don't interrupt or argue,

and it's always on my side" It don't snore,

it don't leave

the toilet seat And it never says "I told you so"

when I do {snare drum roll,

build}

Well the robots took my job,

but they can't take my pride

Ain't no algorithm gonna teach a hog to ride

Claude can write a letter,

ChatGPT can talk the talk — But I'd like to see that

silicon son of a gun drive my truck!

Yeah they can crunch a number,

they can sound real smooth,

But there ain't an app in Texas that can two-step in my

boots So plug it in and watch it — go on,

buddy, good luck — 'Cause the robots took my job,

but they'll never drive my truck!

Go ahead, take the office,

take the nine-to-five, Take the emails and the meetings — man,

I'm feelin' more alive!

'Cause a hard drive's got no calluses,

no dirt beneath its nails,

And it's never backed a trailer down a Alabama trail!

{dramatic key change transition} Well the robots took my job,

but they can't take my pride Ain't no algorithm gonna teach a

hog to ride

Claude can write a letter,

ChatGPT can talk the talk — But I'd like to see that

silicon son of a gun drive my truck!

So my girl can keep her chatbot,

and my boss can keep his tech,

I'll be out here livin' free with a cold one and no

regret

Plug it in and watch it — go on,

buddy, good luck — 'Cause the robots took my job...

but they'll NEVER drive my truck!

{music fades to quiet acoustic strumming} Buddy: "...Hey.

You know they got them self-drivin' vehicles now,

right?"

Guy:

"...well, darn it."

{fiddle stops

abruptly}