Truck 7 Don’t Wait

“Truck 7 Don’t Wait”
By: Dillon & Joe
(Genre: Southern country-grit with trap drums and a diesel engine beat. Think Jelly Roll meets a pissed-off dispatcher.)
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[Verse 1 – Joe]
6:45, me and Dillon in the lot,
Sun ain’t up, but the schedule hot.
Checkin’ routes, no Conner, no Kurt,
Supposed to lead the crew? They ghosts in a shirt.
Truck 7 fueled, pads in the back,
Movin’ heavy while them two slack.
Supposed to be “managers”—yeah, in name,
But we out here runnin’ the whole damn game.
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[Hook – Both (growlin’ in harmony)]
Truck 7 don’t wait, we roll on time!
Dispatchin’ ourselves with a coffee and a grind.
They sleepin’ in while we load this fate,
Square Cow runnin’ ‘cause we show up straight!
No clipboard boss, no lazy plan—
Just two real movers and a boxin’ van!
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[Verse 2 – Dillon]
I texted Kurt—got left on read,
Conner “on the way,” still in bed.
Client already callin’, time tickin’ down,
So we grabbed the sheet and drove outta town.
We movin’ to Austin, just us two,
A three-man job with a ghosted crew.
Did the paperwork, booked the hours,
While them boys still showerin’ like it’s happy hour.
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[Hook – Both (louder now)]
Truck 7 don’t wait, we out that gate!
Movin’ full steam while they show up late!
Leadin’ from the front without the pay—
But we get the respect every single day!
No call, no show, that’s how they play,
But Dillon and Joe? We savin’ the day.
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[Bridge – Joe (talkin’ directly to dispatch)]
Yeah, go ahead and write us up—whatever.
We finished a move y’all couldn’t even start.
Manager title don’t mean jack if you can’t lead from the truck bed.
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[Verse 3 – Dillon (final punch)]
Clocked in early, clocked out late,
Movin’ like mules while they post and wait.
We the reason this branch don’t break,
While the “leaders” nap and reheat plates.
So next time y’all talk about rank and roles,
Remember who shows up when it’s cold.
Truck 7 ain’t just a number on steel,
It’s the ride-or-die two-man deal.
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[Final Hook – Both (victory tone)]
Truck 7 don’t wait, it leads the pack!
Got the straps, the route, and the whole crew’s back!
They manage from texts—we manage the grind,
We clock in truth, they clock out blind.
So here’s to the ones who show up and lift—
Dillon and Joe keepin’ Square Cow swift.

male Southern Country