Wenzel At The Wheel (Don't You Run Into My Truck) [FT]

2 weeks ago by @timfatchenMod

Liner Notes

All my tales are true, for a given value of true, and this is no exception and we do not repeat not live a surreal life. Anyway, it's NOLA October 2024, before Global Warming turned it into a snow-laden glacier-in-the-making. And no, there was no intention to queue for hours at the Cafe du Monde for an inferior small coffee. The Blue Crab was great. Best view too. "Poncho Train"--the kind Texan lady who directed us to the area because of the ambience had us all, South Ozzers and Minnies alike confused with items of clothing and transportation options rather than bodies of water.

Instruments in order of appearance: Cigarbox guitar GDG, Cimar lawsuit bass, tam, sticks, Yamaha Pacfica

#NOLA #french-quarter #bourbon-street #pontchartrain #cbg #blues

Lyrics

WENZEL AT THE WHEEL (DON'T YOU RUN INTO MY TRUCK) [FT]
Words & Music Copyright © 2025 TJ Fatchen All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS

New Orleans, in a Kia, leaving downtown for a meal,
Cruising the French Quarter, Wenzel at the wheel.,
Me and mine in the back seat, seeing the sights,
Wenzel's lady in the front, pix left and right,
But squeezing through a bunch of tourists out for a bender,
There's this guy on a truck, jamming on his Fender.

[and he sings]
"Man oh man, don't you run into my truck (x2)
Man oh man, don't you run into my truck
I'm innocent I tell ya, I'm just jammin' to make a buck"

Wenzel slides past, doesn't scratch or hurt the guitar,
And we cruise more of the Quarter, bouncing bar to bar.
But Wenzel's using Google Maps to get around,
So we got lost real soon, turned a corner, and we found...
Another buncha tourists out on a bender
And this guy on a truck, jamming on his Fender.

[and he sings]
"Man oh man, don't you run into my truck (x2)
Man oh man, don't you run into my truck
I'm innocent I tell ya, I'm just jammin' to make a buck"

Well this goes on repeat as we drive around, you see,
Until we reach the point of escape velocity,
And flee from the French Quarter, north to Poncho Train
And hit the Blue Crab for some beer to soften all the pain
But round and round it goes, like our brains' caught in a blender
The echo of that truck guy, jamming on his Fender:

[and he sings]
"Man oh man, don't you run into my truck (x2)
Man oh man, don't you run into my truck
I'm innocent I tell ya, I'm just jammin' to make a buck"

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