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Loading Dock Smoke
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Loading Dock Smoke was released on May 23, 2026 by Jim Cunningham as a part of the album Loading Dock Smoke - Single
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Release DateMay 23, 2026
LabelJim Cunningham
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
jim Cunningham
jim Cunningham
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
jim Cunningham
jim Cunningham
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
jim Cunningham
jim Cunningham
Producer

Lyrics

I'm a truck-driving man, built of muscle and bone
I've delivered the freight where the highways get lonesome
From the east to the west, all over this land
Feeding this country with the wheel in my hand
But the asphalt is quiet, the loading docks bare
Times are getting hard and there's smoke in the air
We ain't shipping no more, the economy's slipping
And I don't know who caused it or whose grip is ripping
My rig is broke down, sitting dead in the yard
And the price of survival is hitting me hard
They want twenty-eight thousand to make the wheels spin
Twenty-eight thousand just to start up again
But I don't have that money, it's gone with the wind
Left broke by the choices of powerful men
Yeah, it's American brickett tariffs, a tax on our sweat
And poor judgment management we ain't paid for yet
They're mismanaging money, they're playing a game
While the working man drowns in the bills and the blame
They wanna start the whole world on fire just to see
Shooting bombs at Iran, turning blind eyes to me
Well, I'm standing right here on this broken concrete
And it's time that we take this protest to the street
Twenty-eight thousand to fix up my ride
While the suits in the office just run out and hide
They don't know what it's like when the freight doesn't move
With a hole in your pocket and nothing to prove
So pass me a sign, let the air horns all blow
If we ain't rolling, then nothing will grow
Yeah, it's American brickett tariffs, a tax on our sweat
And poor judgment management we ain't paid for yet
They're mismanaging money, they're playing a game
While the working man drowns in the bills and the blame
They wanna start the whole world on fire just to see
Shooting bombs at Iran, turning blind eyes to me
Well, I'm standing right here on this broken concrete
And it's time that we take this protest to the street
So who's gonna fix it? 'Cause they sure as hell won't
They talk about freedom, but we know they don't
I'm a truck-driving man with my back to the wall
But when the working men stand up, the giants will fall
Yeah, it's American brickett tariffs, a tax on our sweat
And poor judgment management we ain't paid for yet
They wanna start the whole world on fire just to see
Shooting bombs at Iran, turning blind eyes to me
Well, my truck might be broken, but my voice is still free
Yeah, it's time for a protest, listen to me
Written by: jim Cunningham
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